Easter is over and i'm desperate for a drink.
Infact i've contemplating a hip flask for winter so i can pour vodka into everything i drink.
With my lighter, cigarillo case, cutter and sunglasses i'm a walking accessory victim.
Whatever happened to 'down-sizing' my life?
I tried to go back onto the 'bargin-bandwagon' but left disappointed at DFO, that cattle-hall of a shopping complex. Everything was extra-large or extra-extra-extra-large. Am i feeling a little bit discrimminated against?
So i will endevour to find that cashmere wool jumper for winter tomorrow with utmost care not to go itallian-made but fustration could lead me straight to Gianni or Muicci.
Infact i remember some fabulous knitwear at david jones...mui mui or jil sandler....hmm.
Friday is farewell drinks for Andrew, but i have to work on saturday so... fuck! i can't get pissed big time. But i'll make sure the Verve,Boli,Moet flows freely.
So, tomorrow serious shopping, friday party (start 1pm till whenever), saturday work.
Oh and that rabbit turned out fucked! however i ate it anyway, was too tough but then it's never stopped me before.
My life is just one big poo that is about to creep out of the love tunnel.

Day after update.

I struggled through David Jones, all those racks of clothes but nothing in my size!! i was very stressed until i found some miu miu knitwear and to my delight a small size grey wool jumper. It was on sale so i got a massive discount, i just cannot go buying next season, it's this new money-consciousness. So i swallowed my pride and paid for a sale item.
It's miu miu though.
The crowds in the city were just too much , i wasn't in my 'dangerous' mode, just stressed out from shopping so i hopped into a cab and headed to forbes and burton to do lunch.
Gorgeous tiger prawn beansprout salad, crisp, fresh, subtle in flavour but still had 'wow' factor.
After downing several gin and tonics i hit white picket fence, nearly bough a vivian westwood jumper but ddin't i see that last time i was there???? victor and rolph very cute bomber jacket but too big.
After wandering round for a bit i managed to get into x and found a gun-metal Dior Homme wool knit jumper!!!! OMFG!!
I nearly juiced my anal track.
It fit!! so you know.. in a moment such as these one's senses are over-ridden with fashionism, so i dropped my budget out the window.

I didi pretty well today i think.