pretty pants.
27 September 2007
Jervis Bay, stolen from kerry
My skin has turned from a shade of pale latte to a slightly darker shade of cappuccino. My forehead isn’t screwed up in a tight mass of folded skin. I’m still perpetually hoping to get a little shut-eye though.
It was nice to get away, even if it was just for 2 days. It was brilliant stuffing my face with MAMEE, chips, fizzy drinks and kebabs and pancakes peppered with carcinogens. Gilly had her share of unhealthy food for the year. Thank you very much. 
But what goes up must come down. I shall now settle down, eat some healthy food and read Hollis v Vabu. 
