This post is a day late, plus has no photo of me.
I'm pretty shite at this blog thing, aren't I?
Christian wasn't well and was asleep when I go home yesterday. I wanted to go for a walk, but I wasn't going to wake him up and demand he take a photo of me. It's very inconsiderate of you that you wanted me to. I mean, seriously, where are your manners??? I'm questioning our friendship right now.
To somewhat make it up to you, here is a link to the skirt I was wearing.
I was also wearing the top I wore in my derp post.
One of the nurses at work calls this outfit my 'KGB Call Girl' get up. I know it sounds nasty, but she actually means it as a compliment. She's rather lovely and I won't hear you say these awful things about her! You're really pushing it, buster!
I'm really starting to run out of unique outfits to wear, and will take a leaf out of that hussy, History's, book and start repeating myself. So rest assured, faithful reader, you will see me dressed as a Communist hooker soon!
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