My feet hurt, but retail therapy is oh so good. It was weird getting all excited about seeing the big fat word SALE, baralling through crowds, madly swinging our paperbags around just to clear the path. No, we are not Aunty, just deprived. I miss the time in UK which our really madcap spending sprees 'oh that looks nice, buy it!' 'Yea, hmmm okay' Just like that, without asking 'Do I look fat' a bazillion times. I have a strange new fascination with the Theater, it amazes me, must be fun to not be yourself for a bit, to be someone made by someone else. Its like a huge game of pretend, when you step into clothes, shoes which are way too big for you as a kid and run around just pretending. Must be a nice feeling. Forgot it. Anyway I am killing time, I gave up trying to get my parents to leave the house early so I can head down to the club earlier. I want to go see the horses for a bit, I miss them, their silly-ness.
Thought about something to blog about, realised it was not right to talk about it, Would sound like I am some crazy kid.