essence of a trend-following fairy

I'm not a huge trend-follower, but regardless of how wacky anyone seems, we're all following some kind of trend. There are only so many different types of people, music, fashion, whatever. Indie is almost becoming the new mainstream and it's official "cool" to be indie, or at least in the world that I'm involved in.

I went to Myers yesterday, down to the basement. Thank Dog we didn't go DJs (David Jones = EWWWWS). I need to get a new coat because I only have ONE coat that I have to wear day in day out (it gets cold in Melbourne) and two jumpers that are extrememly wide necked so they don't go with anything and one hoody. And I'm pretty damn allergic to cold. I hate it. I hate the cold. Everyone always says "oh, it's so much easier to accesorise in Winter" but fuck them, I hate it. People think I'm weird when I say I hate snow. There, I'm a weirdo. Not like it's big news to anyone.

But then again, everyone thinks they're a weirdo, of sorts. True weirdos are not people you would want to admit to being.

Also, I'm really sad that no-one is commenting on my blog. And by "no-one" really, the only person that would comment on my blog is Deborah, and she hasn't. Oh drat, I'm really bad at guilt-tripping. But I am good at pleading: please, Deborah, say something, please, pretty please.

Anyway, so these pictures are me being a trend follower, in some way, shape or form. And colourful.