First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you, then you win
In other news:
I know, I know: for someone who professes not to be a Hair Person, I’m certainly managing to crank out the ol’ hair posts recently hmm? This is quite a big deal for me, though, because it brings the total number of hairstyles I can do up to three. Actually, I tell a lie: it brings it up to four:
Five if you count the fishtail braid, which I ALSO learned to do, but didn’t take a photo of.
FIVE HAIRSTYLES, people! This time last year, I only had ONE!
I hope you’ll all buy my new book, by the way: Amber’s Adventures in Messy Bunland. It’s like Alice in Wonderland, except the rabbit hole is the Internet, and the bottle with the “drink me” label turns out to be WINE…
Some other stuff I did when I wasn’t busy fighting bad guys:
I wore things that are stripey and things that have bows on them. Sometimes I wore them at the same time. It’s an exciting life, and no mistake.
I drank a lot of coffee from my new mug:
(I have a Shoeperwoman one too. They are ace.)
I watched Terry juggle:
I was going to make a crude joke about balls here, but I’ll leave that up to you, OK?
I discovered that my dad is Made of Magic:
And so are these shoes:
I became dangerously addicted to Sims Social on Facebook:
(Yes, my Sim is wearing the same top I’m wearing in photo #3. I like to be coordinated.)
I can give it up any time, though. I have to finish building my new extension first, though.
We had some friends round for a little get-together:
This photo wasn’t actually taken that day, though, so it’s purely here for illustrative purposes. I don’t put photos of my friends on my blog, or even talk about them much, because
they are imaginary I don’t want to infringe on their privacy or anything, but they do exist, and it was good to see them, and be able to talk about something other than people ripping me off on the internet. Although, obviously I DID talk quite a lot about people trying to rip me off on the internet. Sorry, guys.
As for Rubin, here is how he has been dealing with recent events:
I wish I was him sometimes, I really do.
(I know: the headline of this post made you think it was going to be something interesting, and it just turned out to be another one of those Instagram posts. Sorry, chickpeas. And sorry for calling you “chickpeas”, too.)
P.S. I also begged people to vote for me in the River Island Style Competition, which was supposed to end yesterday, but which is apparently still going on, and I have no idea why. I’m currently in second place, but there’s only three votes in it, and if you don’t go and vote for me rightthisverysecond, I will probably drop to third, the world will instantly end, and it will ALL BE YOUR FAULT. And all you had to do to stop it was to click here and then like the photo.
P.P.S. And I re-opened my Formspring account, for as long as it takes for the shop-related questions to start rolling in. Probably a couple of hours, then.