Bookshop II
*mopes*
I am in the bookshop.
Everyone else is in Camden.
Fekkers.
Not that I can really blame them, I'd far rather be running around Camden, looking at shiney things, trying random stuff on I can't afford and eating sugar-crack donuts and bento boxes.
All right, I know that in truth, Camden isn't that great. Half the stuff is tat, the other half is lovely but over-priced. The streets are crowded with druggies and 14year old skatergoths, and you probably have more chance of having your wallet nicked than actually finding and affording things you really like. And no, I don't have any money and yes if I did there are several things I should be saving it for. But occasionally miracles do happen, and anyways my neurons really like Camden so it doesn't matter how many bad things I think about the place they still want to go there. (Also, naturally, they are convinced that if they were there today they'd find the most perfect corset / dress / wig / boots / randomness for £5. Sigh.)
*neurons wail muchly*
I am in the bookshop.
Everyone else is in Camden.
Fekkers.
Not that I can really blame them, I'd far rather be running around Camden, looking at shiney things, trying random stuff on I can't afford and eating sugar-crack donuts and bento boxes.
All right, I know that in truth, Camden isn't that great. Half the stuff is tat, the other half is lovely but over-priced. The streets are crowded with druggies and 14year old skatergoths, and you probably have more chance of having your wallet nicked than actually finding and affording things you really like. And no, I don't have any money and yes if I did there are several things I should be saving it for. But occasionally miracles do happen, and anyways my neurons really like Camden so it doesn't matter how many bad things I think about the place they still want to go there. (Also, naturally, they are convinced that if they were there today they'd find the most perfect corset / dress / wig / boots / randomness for £5. Sigh.)
*neurons wail muchly*