I've tidied my desk Sunday and being the amazingly awesome blogger that I am *insert sarcastic cough here*, I tried to make it my new outfit shooting spot!

This one's so "WEEEEEE I'm on a desk!!!!"

Cerulean cardigan - AllSaints

Top - H&M

Necklaces - H&M and DIY

Wyatt Ashby Skinnies - AllSaints

Maera boots - AllSaints

It wasn't a success! I wish my room was less narrow so I could do proper full length body shots but alas, sitting on my desk/lying on my bed/fragmented shots will still have to do.

I haven't been very inclined to shooting pictures for various reasons, number one obviously being (and I cannot stress this enough) I HATE WINTER and warm clothes (hence my stubborn, uninspired top + cardi combo even though it's massively cold outside), number two being the lack of natural light in my bedroom, an annually reoccurring issue! 

In other news, Henry, my cat, has now been missing for over 4 weeks and right when we lost all hope of finding him, some guy e-mailed my mom saying he saw our little precious on his front lawn! So my mom keeps going back to that spot in hopes that little Henry will happen to pass by so we can bring him home. We did take in another kitten in the meantime, Fonz, short for Alfonso (haha), who is actually Henry's cousin or baby brother or whatever. /cat talk

Just 5 more weeks to go before I'm finally released from the shackles that is my job! Should start applying for something new asap, though I may sign up for an orientational course, seeing as I have little to no idea what I should do after I officially quit retail, for EVER. But really, it's weighing me down, I'm even getting major stress related stomach aches. Boo! It's sad that one rotten, megalomaniac apple can ruin the fun for all the fruity precious apples in the barrel, really. 

I still want to take up kick boxing, in fact, I feel like throwing punches every time I play Gallows, haha. Alas I still can't find the courage to take the theoretical driver's test (or even study for it, for that matter). Also I finally have an awesome tattoo idea. I'm not going to jinx it, but if I'm still digging it by February (or next Autumn, if I'm really being a pussy), you'll see!

TV related, IS ANYONE ELSE AS SIKED ABOUT DEXTER AS I AM? The ending to Sunday's episode was so mind blowing, my face seriously looked like this D: Totally not the best imagery to go bed with, haha. (The ending of the show I mean, my face, despite the lack of war paint and dramatic facial expression, wasn't that bad.)

I'll probably watch the latest Sons of Anarchy tonight. Sweet baby Jesus I love the internet! 

Adios, amigos! 

... And Why I'm Such a Shitty Blogger! 

First of all, let me start my apology with a picture of my precious cat, Henry. (Yeah, the name 'Cat' didn't cut it anymore because more and more cats started showing up in your back yard. Note to self: Don't leave the cat food outside.)

He's a crazy little dude, this one.

Now for the whole blogging thing. I know I don't have to make excuses or explain myself for my absence, but I feel like sharing today, so I'm just going to elaborate on why I haven't been feeling very motivated.

As you all probably know by now, I'm a lazy ol' fuck. That's reason numbero uno.

Numbero dos, is the fact that the real world and blog world are slowly colliding. I obviously knew throwing all this stuff online and somehow being slightly successful at it would have some sort of impact on my anonymity. Being recognized is kind of weird. So is having friends going "So, I found your blog!" because taking a shit ton of pictures of yourself and your clothes isn't the kind of activity people would think I enjoy. (More like setting things on fire.)

Numbero tres, my beloved little Henry has gone missing last week. My mom and I have located him and we're going to try and get him back from this crazy old cat lady. Granted, Henry wasn't officially our cat, but we love him like he's ours so the idea of him being in this smelly dump with 20 other cats tears my heart out.

Numbero quatro. I've quit my job. I'd been talking about this for months as shit started creeping up the fan in May, and a few weeks ago I just decided it was time to move on. I would get up in the morning feeling good, then arrive at work and be a miserable wreck. Not just because of the palpable tension in the air due to past drama, also because I just feel like I can do more than this. Sure I've learned a lot from this job, probably more valuable information than from my job as a secretary as an eye clinic (because who needs to know how cataract surgery works anyway?), but I think I've taken all I could possibly get out of it. There's no way to get higher up and even if there was, I'm unsure if I want to stay in retail for another 5-or-so years.
I am going to miss it though, shits and giggles and dancing with the co-workers, some of the customers even, and generally being around pretty clothes all day, haha.
Just a month and a half to go, and then I'll be free once again, huzzah. Until then, my hours have been cut back a little so I'll just enjoy myself watching The Big Bang Theory, In Treatment, Sons of Anarchy, Criminal Minds and Dexter. Jesus I swear I'm not as lame as it may come across, haha. I do have a social life I swear!!!!