Wake up, sleepyhead
New tattoo is all finished.
Apparently if you exercise all summer you get muscles? This has never happened to me before.
“Next time someone takes your photograph on the street, take off your sunglasses! I can’t see your beautiful eyes! Also, are you going to shave that beard off soon?”
- my Mum.
You’ll never be never be never be Manhattan.
Just Photoboothin’
First official New York doughnut.
Even a hurricane wont stop me from snacking, y’hear.
Yesterday someone I work with drew a picture of me during a meeting.
I guess I really need a haircut, huh?
Lady in the background: “Oh my gosh that dog is SO CUTE!”
Me: “Yeah, he is huh?”
Lady in the background: “Oh my gosh YOU HAVE THE LONGEST EYELASHES!”
Me: “Yeah… thanks?”
Lady in the background: “Oh my gosh, this is all TOO MUCH…” *walks away*
Grazed elbow. Bruised hip. Sore wrist. Given my history of falling down, saying yes to an ice skating date probably wasn’t the best idea. He helped me up and said I ‘fell elegantly’.
Its Fathers Day today, so of course I miss him.
I just got woken up by what I am relatively pretty sure, but am not certain, is a ghost in my roof.
Or, maybe the wind being loud.
In the studio, recording my debut single. Sure to be a dancefloor hit this summer.
Just a couple of dudes, sitting on some tiny chairs.
This is 1 minute and 28 seconds of me sleepily head-dancing to Youth Lagoon, on a Sunday morning.
There is a puppy in there too.
Today I got a haircut and also watched the last episode of Downton Abbey. It has been a day of ups and downs. I’m still pretty upset about this Bates & Anna situation.
