The colour.
The shine.
The cut.
The jacket.
The top.
Everything about this SCREAMS 80s Mum.
New extensions.
New colour.
Fringe back.
Sick of semi-intense hair.
Oh, and I dug up old supre leggings like these ones and wore them today.
Not too shabby.
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Side note.
This saturday I have the theme party at tank. Under the sea or over the boat or something of that nature.
And Maximillian is being a massive gay shithead and not letting me go as anything cool.
Coupled with the fact that HE isn't even dressing up.
I believe he deserves a good kick in the head.
And I hope he reads this and calls me.
Love you.