QUITISH

Let me tell you, it isn't easy relying on grainy ledges and avoiding (quite unsuccessfully,) the stares of crazy strangers in cars, who are clearing their throats, constantly, and if I may say so, in seemingly intended manners. Then again, maybe they think I and my blurry Sony are a little cuckoo in the head when they see us opposite one another on the ledges of their sweet neighborhood, now perverted by my trail of invasive shots, twisting the lens here and there, every angle I find. If this were back in the east, I would be staring them right back in the eye, employing my skillful "whatWHAT" look, but there's always something about the comfort of home that lends a sense of authority, and surrounded by new rules and too many choices of milk at a grocery store, I think it's safe to say, that authority is lacking.

I'll say no more, and be gone now, mostly because I don't want to be angering her highness, The Melting Pot, and partly because blogger and her partner blogspot himself have informed me that the big stars of the web logging world would like their platform of two-posts-in-a-single-day back. Kids like me need to just run along and stick to the occasional post rule, isn't that so.

Wearing: Pacey heels and Padded jacket from Asos