Dum dah dee dum
Also, you know you’re definitely homesick x6458945267298727985 when you reach the end of blog entries about Singapore (like this one about Lady Melbourne’s recent trip down) and find yourself either a) near tears or b) suddenly missing everything there is about Singapore. :/ I got both for a while, during a break from The Essay Of Death, so I must be homesick to the power of 6458945267298727985 + another 1million more multiples.
To add more fuel to the goddamn raging fire, my essay is entitled Violent Pornography and its social effects on Singaporean heterosexual males so everything I’ve seen from about 2p.m. (time I started the essay) till 11p.m. (time I finished the essay, 1,500 words too long) has been about Singapore.
Except these SUPER FUCKING ADORABLE BOOTS WHICH I KNOW I AM TOTALLY GETTING.
I’ve been staring at them for the longest time, constantly going back to the bookmarked page to decide if I really ought to get it or not. The AUD80 price tag is highly tempting yet I don’t want to compromise my shopping ethics because years ago (before I became this ultimate budget shopper), after making a disastrous purchase when Topshop first opened in Singapore, I’d swore never to buy anything on full retail price and/or above 60 bucks. And I’ve been quite proud of my strict adherence to the rule - the most I’ve EVER spent on anything I wear was AUD49, on a vintage dress from Currency in Fitzroy. So … this has been quite a dilemma that I’ve had to juggle, along with a ju-llion (Fat Jules + 1 trillion = 1 jullion) sentences about degrading pornography and necrophilia and bizarro sexual fetishes running across my brain.
But I’m going to buy it. Come pretty baby, you will soon be mine.
Time to cut 1,500 words out. Anyone wants to do it for me? I promise a free bj.
