Omg. It's nearly NYE. Which, as you should know, means I actually kept my resolution and kept a pretentious fashion blog for an entire year.
It also means the biggest fucking party night of the year. And also the one time of I'm not going to tell you what to wear. You might want to cast your mind back to this. and what will become known as earsgate (you'll see in a minute, calm down).
As a fresh faced virginal blogger, straight out of blog school I had no idea at the offence two lines of prose could cause as I shall disclose (in a nicely edited format) here
"Jealousy will get you nowhere, that transsexual look that you've got going on is 80's and it disgusts me very much to see your awful photos on here and I very much doubt you'd ever be able to have photos taken of you like they are of me. If you're going to write something about me on the Internet don't subsequently deny it when confronted, you've been caught, and what makes it even more pathetic is the fact that YOU don't even KNOW me. Congratulations, you've seen me out having a drink, having fun with my friends, and probably getting a hell of a lot more attention than you ever would - I'm sure we both know who is the better looking one.[this is my personal favourite]pretentiousness never goes far when someone is jaw-droppingly unattractive.
I have to admit I did shit myself a little bit after this, but come on everyone knows bunny ears are a massive cliché, even Mean Girls knew that. And she was 24 for God's sake, why pick on me?!
Not one to let such interferences hinder my wonderful writing I soldiered on and seem to have attracted slightly less controversy in subsequent posts (for shame!). nontheless I have had a joyous year of pointless rants and loyal fanbases (Hi Kris).
Anyway, thanks for reading (and I know you do, post count is of the record...slightly) and remember, if in doubt, gold leggings make me a bit hard, metaphorically speaking of course. And fyi, I'm wearing a feather boa. Don't you dare copy me.
Ne'er ye worry, I shall be back before very long with more nonsensical ramblings for your delectation. I'll leave you with this. Moustaches are massive for next year, trust me.
Peace out, and as my mother would say, don't drink too much or get in a taxi with a strange man. Or, follow my advice and do both of the above. Hey, I'm still alive aren't I?
PS- K******* H**t, I know you had something to do with showing this girl my blog. Sometimes I wish I'd never told Emma to go out with you.
PPS- I'm joking. Don't hate. Appreciate.
PPPS- Congratulations on your one year anniversary.