Sometimes I need to watch what I say. Most of the time I end up sounding like Shoshanna from girls (namely 44 secs in) and she’s a lot younger and cuter than me… .so she wins.
One half of the SUPERIORS today sent me an email from the other side of the world and it made me re-evaluate some things. What was in the email??
“…this guy was our bartender today, he is also a model, tatts all over him, thought you would like”… yes there was a picture attached.
I mean….seriously thanks, you are probably the best wingman – on the other side of the planet so not really a convenient wingman – I have had. Yes the bartender was hot, a little too model-esque for me and not enough facial hair. But the Superior was pretty freakin close.
When did it come to this, when did it come to the point my Superior knew who I am ready and willing to shag. When was the Superior happy to send me snaps of possible shags. I don’t know when it came to this point but I like it, in a weird, dirty, awkward kind of way.
I think I have reached the point in my life where I am completely, 100% transparent. Or I am just happy to tell everyone who i’d like to ladybone. geez I hope it’s the latter.
Side note: summers over. bring on winter. Winter means layers. Layers means prints. Prints mean clashing. Obvi.
Having some emotions over vintage botanical prints and diagrams and summery layers for a Brisbane winter.