BUY UP YOUR PAD AND PENCIL, I'LL GIVE YOU A PIECE OF MY MIND

me & emma went out last night to moogie wonderland (obligatory typical grrls promoing aka, thrusting flyers to innocent moogie punters, + we like to support our friends efforts) and i accidently dressed like blossom, from the 90s sitcom blossom.

while we were there, some idiot actually asked me if i need my glasses. yes i do. i can see about as far 7 inches away. woah. my glasses make other people feel sick, even people who wear glasses for similar reasons. i've had glasses since i was ten, and had to sit in the front row at school and still couldn't read what was written on the blackboard. i know i dress like a hipster but hey! how rude of a question is that to ask someone whose friend you've been talking to for less than five minutes. apparently he was an optometrist or something but still! how rude. it's not like you ask someone with a walking stick if they actually need it. next time someone asks me this, i'll pass 'em my glasses and ask "what do you think?" and give them a death glare.

today has also given me reasons to be annoyed at dickheads but i won't get into that.

SIX SLEEPS TIL SWEDEN.