Despite repeated recent efforts, I mostly fail at shopping. Too small, wrong shape, doesn't button up, not in stock, too expensive, blah blah blah. I ASK NOT FOR THE MOON ON A STICK, BUT A PAIR OF SKINNY JEANS THAT AREN'T BOTH SAGGY IN THE BUM AND TOO TIGHT IN THE CALVES.
On reflection, I think that shops fail me. But I am used to this, and take my small victories where I can. For example:
Five pairs of searingly bright argyle socks for four quid! Bosh! Thanks, Primark.
I have just laughed myself sore and hoarse with
this, a tweet mashup thingy. These fragments are all things I've genuinely tweeted, though I think they actually make more sense when stitched back together this way than they did in my original warblings...
- Paint a live peacock. It's a big crush on ice. No more of music for humans.
- As I like having a bicycle! Paint a gym: I got to draw the other one. MISOGYNY ANGER AVERTED.
- Just had five rolls of 2011. Spotify is an unpleasant experience. I think it was my bodyguard for charity?
- Yessssss, especially when it's fiction! society is heavily influenced by standing on ITV4.
- Ha, yes! IT'S DANCING! IT'S DANCING! IT'S YOU! It's a science career. My degree was glorious. GLORIOUS.
- TOO MUCH BRAIN! Autistic children have an argyle cardigan, having a whole jumper, it's Peter Davison then!
- 2012 sex tape! Metaphorical illusionary sex life in their English Patient essay...
- I love finding Eugene Tooms very very appropriate! Though I'd venture out of York's Theatre.
- Dear whoever labelled this piece about a meaningless universe. My headache finally convinced that spaniel!
- Dinosaurs and the slut. As I almost enjoyed myself this dystopian course!
- *approving nod* If your sex life in 2nd hand books. I'm going to tell yourself it's heartfelt.
- Oh my friends from the finished item. If it's Peter Davison then Rose needs a peacock's bum.
- THIS IS THE LAZY SLEEPING CAT. Reason the library immediately! James Clerk fella.
- Dear Santa, I'd like the roofies. He is unemployed. No sugar, v small silver box for Oxford Street!
- Why cloaca? I have a shiny red bicycle on a national holiday! I buy some self-esteem for this dystopian!
- Kodak have hurt myself through imprecision! One day while dissecting. Watching a gym: THERE ARE NO OTHER.
- Something something I love about a sickness. If the annotations are *almost* as unpleasant.
- Usually I'd rate a human corpse being skinned. Not just as unpleasant. Bellends and is appalling comedy?
- I got in a falling out with the two remotes with hearing Oldman cry all day I declare Backwards Trousers!
- It was rejected from a whole jumper, it's fiction! society is splayed for once, so I feel worse or satire?
- You swashbuckler! Useful learnings from all my soul! Heh, very appropriate! Though I'd ask Bear Grylls.
- IMPORTANT: official petition against ACTA in the new wanking for charity shops.