Be my Chris and I'll be your Gwyneth; Fame won't change us, if we don't let it.

Oh my God, how I want this room, minus the creepy stuffed fox. 

I'm teetering on the edge of being a uni student and, well, not being a uni student and I'm terrified.

Christmas was beautiful, marja and farja out did themselves in terms of spoiling myself and making me overdose on amazing culinary delights. No exaggeration, I ate a kilo of lychees.

I love lychees.

Everything is perfect, despite the unshakable feeling of blahhhh that has plagued me recently.

Lots of love.

x