Thursday, 15 August 2013
Damn guests, gate crashing my holiday on the yacht, asking me to iron and cook food for them, SUCH a liberty. Suppose I'll just do it for them, as a favour, because I'm a NICE person, but REALLY? Whurrr do they get off? Oh and LISTEN to what a cheeky rogue I am, I got given a whole whack of cash from the captain, to do the grocery shopping with, except, well I popped into my favourite shop (Brandy Melville, omg) and they had new stock in and I won't go into it all but basically I must have passed out and when I came to I had, ahem, borrowed (with the intention of putting it back when I got back to the boat, relax yo slax) almost €170 of it on clothes that aren't going to fit into my suitcase anyway and then when I went to do the grocery shopping I was €90 short and I embarrassingly had to put a whole lot if stuff back while the queue of people behind me huffed and puffed and got angry and I was standing there with my Brandy Melville treasures feeling very guilty, and then I had to go back to the boat and pretend the shop was closing and I didn't have time to get everything. I'm going to hell. I really am. But I'm going REALLY well dressed.
