I'm still obsessed with this version of Hounds of Love.

And I think this quote explains why (though, I'm thinking of this song as a poem soooo):

"The best moments in reading are when you come across something - a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things - which you had thought special and particular to you. And now, here it is, set down by someone else, a person you have never met, someone even who is long dead. And it is as if a hand has come out, and taken yours" - Alan Bennett- History Boys

Wknd

My weekend has gone like this:

Friday night I once again had too many glasses of wine at happy hour and once again made my coworker buy me dinner. Though this time we went to McDonalds so I don't feel so guilty. Then on the way back one of my work's security guards stopped me on the street and called me a good time girl. Not sure.

Saturday I bought a cute new dress at H&M and got my haircut. My hair stylist is looking even more foxy these days. I also found out that he's Hungarian, not French as I for some reason assumed. He also told me he didn't want to take off that much length and then proceeded to take off all the length. Not sure how I feel about it. It's reaaallllyy short and I'm always ehhh about short hair.

Then I met up with mah Scottish hunnay Ruth and we had a huge dinner at Pizza Express and spent the night watching cop programs on TV and drinking wine. Best Night EVA!!!

Now I don't know what to do with my free time ahhhh! It seems to be raining out so I suppose I can just make this a lazy Sunday.