Holy cow, Batman! I'm eighteen!

BUT, before I do the promised birthday-celbration-report-entry-shaped-thing, I have a couple of minor rants to get out the way. Shant take long...

Firstly: GAH! Topshop (oxford circus branch), you evil little soul-destroying creeps! You knew that my glamour magazine voucher was only valid for one day and one day only! So what do you do? You move the ENTIRE shoe dept down a floor, so that when I go to buy the pair I have been lusting after, you can onle find ONE out of the PIAR!!! What did you do to make it nessacary for someone to open the box, take out a shoe, lose it, and then PUT THE BOX BACK!!! gah. So instead, because i really, really wanted to use my voucher, I buy another pair of shoe, that while undoubtedly cute, make me look immensely tall. Seriously, I'm a giraffe in them!! Whether they make me l;ook so tall that i'm going to take them back, i haven't decided yet. I'll try and get someone elses opinion on them. Jasmine's new furniture is coming tomorrow, so soon I'll have a whole lovely room in which to trap people and force them to give me opinions on foot ware. Or, alternatively , I could just invite them over and eat ice cream while listning to music and chatting. Either way.

Nextly: Harvey J's is going to stop giving me tea breaks! Which sucks! Hugely! What the fuck am I going to do? I cant afford to give it up, but I will quite possibly die if i don't get my tea breaks. Meh :(

Blarg, my internet time on this computer is running out. B-day update next time. If you want.