I can't write anything at the moment. Anything. I'm supposed to write 3 pages of crap when I wake up. Anything at all: like, 'Ooh, why is Jessica being so bitchy at the moment? Should I stop drinking tea? Shall I buy those boots?' But I can't even do that. So here, for your viewing pleasure, are some images instead. We could call it a visual diary, but we'd be lying. All I know is that pressing a button is far easier than moving a pen. That's why they invented typing, right?
I wore lots of makeup.
Went to South London on the bus.
Went to see Fosca.
Do you remember the pigs?
Lay around on the rug with some boy. Oh alright, it was my long-term boyfriend, but that doesn't sound exciting.
And this baby came back from the printers.
It was a good week.