There are no words... literally!

Some of you may think I am a bit of a drama Queen.

I agree (very loosely) I suppose, but I also say here's two shiny fingers up to those who thought I was feigning illness to (as usual) get out of doing stuff.
'Stuff' I suppose would denote: work, tidying up my crap, being nice to people etc etc- things people don't generally want to do. Anyho, turns out I have acute tonsillitis and a stomach infection- icky I know!
Marl puts this down to kissing too many boys and not eating enough vegetables... blah.

Tonsillitis is not caused by kissing boys!

I know this because a seven year old in Hollyoaks has it (who knew soaps had educational benefits).

So there!

Anyho, being holed up at home with 11 antibiotics to take and no alcohol for the next 10 days has been a blast. In the last 2 days I have consumed 24 mini pastry twists... and I don't even like pastry! What is it about being sick that makes you do crazy things? I can hardly speak or eat solids, yet there is no end to the amount of packaged sugar coated twists I can stuff down my trap.

I suppose I've generally been feeling sorry for myself... like Bambi when her mother died *violins*.

Anyway as it's my birthday in 2 weeks, I've been thinking of all the things I could not possibly live without/want to marry (whilst on my sickbed naturally). It seems like there is no end to my crop top obsession. I asked MM today if she thought I would end up a 60 year old crop top wearer?

Her answer 'If I could show off my stomach everyday until I was 60, it wouldn't be a bad thing'.

Humm...

(1. Silence + Noise £22, 2. Urban Outfitters £20, 3. Silence + Noise £28)

I also find myself wanting tassled leggings (don't ask) and a magazine with my name and year of birth (an eBay find) emblazoned across it- for the narcissist in me!

PP x

Edit: Last night I won the magazine... oh yeahh! Also, mega love to Leith as we sare the same birthday- hope you get your photo book!