It has taken me two hours to get ready. Two hours! This is because I decided to take my time moisturising today (my skin is playing up something awful because of the weather) and then realised, shit, I need to straighten my hair. I really resent having to put effort into these things, but then the payoff comes when people talk to me instead of ignoring me. Plus, my hair looked like a crow's next yesterday. Goddamn wind.
Plus side: hair cut on Thursday, before the wedding on Friday/Saturday. Aie.
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Today The Sister and I are venturing into The City (aka Lon Don) to see three of our cousins. It is going to be wholly riotous and I am really more excited than I should be? Whatever. MY GIRLS!
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FUCK YEAH ELEVEN THIS WEEKEND WHOOP WHOOP. I am not even pretending not to be excited! I know it's sacrilege, but I was over Ten pretty quick? So. Bring on the trumpets, motherfuckers.
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I am still reading Paul Guest's Notes for My Body Double. How is it that every. single. poem is perfect? How is that even possible? No, really, how? I'll post some when I get back from The City.
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Ahahaha, I have been re-watching King Arthur which I was distinctly unimpressed by the first time. I don't know if it's because I KNOW it's going to be bollocks this time around but I am kind of enjoying it now? What a farce! Arthur is NOBLE and SQUARE-JAWED and Merlin is an old BLUE-SKINNED man and Lancelot is all GROUCHY and ANNOYED and pretending he has fathered everyone else's children! AWESOME.