The heat wave can break aaaaanytime now. Because I am not looking forward to needing to get me, my clothes, and my damned computer to the train station Monday afternoon. My hand already hates me.
In less 'oh dear god surely I can move into the fridge' news, I have new shoes.
Specifically these shoes, which look startlingly awesome with a more-or-less tiny skirt (I have an insufficiency of skirts up here, and the grey one's covered in sunscreen*). I would be doing the Dance of Gloat if they were less olive and more teal. Or emerald. Mostly, less yellow would be aces. I may research paints that will stick to patent leather.
We went to a night market with
goldjadeocean and Zach's mum tonight. That was kind of fun. We got a Van Gogh print and a couple of leetle prints by Benda and Rousseau. Not sure where I'm putting the little ones, they're all rusty tones, but I'm sure I'll figure out something.
This has been your update on the state of the Tae.
*: I hate sunscreen. It makes me break out, the smell eventually gives me a headache, and I feel like I've been dipped in olive oil.
I hate sunburns more. Guess how much I love the heatwave. Yeeeah.
In less 'oh dear god surely I can move into the fridge' news, I have new shoes.
Specifically these shoes, which look startlingly awesome with a more-or-less tiny skirt (I have an insufficiency of skirts up here, and the grey one's covered in sunscreen*). I would be doing the Dance of Gloat if they were less olive and more teal. Or emerald. Mostly, less yellow would be aces. I may research paints that will stick to patent leather.
We went to a night market with
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This has been your update on the state of the Tae.
*: I hate sunscreen. It makes me break out, the smell eventually gives me a headache, and I feel like I've been dipped in olive oil.
I hate sunburns more. Guess how much I love the heatwave. Yeeeah.