First Day

All Saints biker, Zara white shirt, Weekday Thursday jeans, Dr Marten shoes

I won't lie, for about 5 minutes on waking up, I completely forgot it was the first day of my new job - weeks of waking up at 7:30am only to enjoy the luxury of catching up on anything I may have missed (God forbid) in the 6 hours I lay dead to the world had become a habit. Then I got that sharp, feeling - you know when the bottom of your stomach turns inside out and decides to suddenly fall out of your arse? Yeah, that.

I wanted to be comfortable on my first day as a Production Trainee, so I stuck to my unfailing uniform of chic simplicity (read: I wanted to feel comfortable, so I wore the laziest, fail-safe no-shit-Sherlock get-up which took no imagination at all i.e. Doing Entirely the Absolute Least. Luckily, this only applies to how I dress and not important things like, you know my actual life).

I managed to stare awkwardly at just about anyone that glanced my way, I failed at fighting the urge to stupidly grin at anything that stood still long enough, spilled miso soup on my button down shirt and spent an afternoon grappling with setting up my bloody wifi account. (Totally failed on that front).

It was a good first day.

Music | Getting Me Through

I'm feeling entirely out of sorts due primarily to nursing a bruised heart and a broken ego. These songs are getting me through my insane highs and black-hole lows right now:

'When Will I See You Again' is a song of optimistic sadness, if that's a plausible oxymoron? I love Shakka's voice - so full and earnest.

'Wild Horses' is the kind of song I'd like to wail stupidly to the man I eventually manage to trick into spending copious amounts of time with me.



'Fall' has no words, but the delicate piano melody against the smooth, deep base makes it workable into any playlist.

On the flipside, I've discovered white chocolate and orange cookies, so things aren't entirely awful.