Seriously. Like, one day when a friend asks me something, I may readjust my crotch whilst replying... what a horrifying thought.
Like today, for example... I was persecuted with a fairly hard hitting football, before having it scuff me under the ankle... result in me tripping, falling and skidding a good metre on my tits. Having one already fairly mangled knee which is swollen currently, the other supposedly healthy knee is now grazed and bled through my jeggings (which I believe to be the only real crime of the situation).
Now THAT is reassurance that I am still a woman. The fact that I only really care about staining my staple denim looky likey booty hugging necessity.
But if by next year I'm a size 20 and go by the name of Helga we know something has gone wrong...
Anyway. I've been shopping like a naughty girl and bought my very first boyfriend blazer, bought a size or two larger than necessary for funky punky baggy look. Along with this BARGAIN I got 20% off some very cute punky shoes / sandals. These will both be worn to the gig my friends are playing in tonight... I'm very excited, but mustn't get too drunk.
Back tomorrow with more life and loves (Oh my god I've got it bad) of Smoph.
Keep on reading. Peace out.
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