Paw Prints.

Should I add to the tattoo I already have or get something completely different on my foot? (which i've wanted to do for some time now...)

If I add to this one, it will only be more pawprints, but i'll shape them around my tummy.


Decisions!

Come take a walk with me.

my living quarters.
i will be sad to leave this.

I want....

....a proper digital camera. I'm sick of the piece of shit I carry around with me and it's piss poor ability at taking photographs.




I won't kid myself that I would actually know how to use one of these things, but let's face it... they look damn sexy.

Everyone and their mam is a 'professional photographer' nowadays, and I definitely have no aspirations to join the clan but it would be nice to go away to fabulous places and not ruin my surroundings by shouting profanities due to my shit camera.

So if anyone has a spare SLR digital camera knocking about, please feel free to hook me up!



IN OTHER NEWS

I went to Paris a couple of weekends ago.

















AND ME





It's just a shame I slipped walking into Dior. I had to make up for it, yes?



Yes, I thought so too.

Come on in.

Due to my recent obsession with reading Blogs from LookBook, I realised it was unfair of me to read all these strangers thoughts and activities without contributing myself.

So here I am.

I will dedicate this blog to my materialistic needs, my general distaste for certain people and the odd bits of travelling I get to do when i'm not confined by my nine to five job.

My life isn't THAT interesting, certainly compared to the majority of people on this site who are clearly very good at exaggerating. I mean, let's face it... we all just want something to get ourselves away from the pure fact that working sucks. Thank god for the internet.

I will write in here as often as I remember to, and I will at least try and have something worthwhile to say, or bitch about.

Another one falls to the blogging phenomenon!