Love climbing in brambles and being caught out by the self-timer as I try to disentangle myself from their thorns. Primark's finest tights are now lying crumpled in my bin.
Home's been wonderful so far; from catching up with friends that didn't go to "big school", to house parties followed by blaring spice girls out of the car window on the way home the next day. I was also lucky enough to be invited to the Motel Rocks Spring party, which meant I could spend the evening with some cool chicks pretending to be chill (an image immediately discarded the moment I knock hangers off rails, or something equally embarrassing). The lovely lady from Rock 'N Rose was there, and I was able to take this spiky ring away with me. I have been a punk ever since. And I'm angry. About stuff. All the stuff. So here I am, dressed like an impractical cowgirl, to prove it.
xxx

