ninetwelvetwentyfive

(vintage faux leather jacket, american apparel t-shirt, karen walker runaway girl necklace, ancient diesel jeans. facial expression courtesy of five hours’ sleep ..)

it’s strange to be all alone on my birthday, but late night phonecalls from the rock star and many many texts and phonecalls from pals have made it a lot nicer.   today i went thrifting (in shepherds’ bush — surprisingly fruitful), had a really good chili chicken salad for lunch and now there is a grand designs marathon, hooray.  in a short while i’m going to make myself a special dinner:  roast chicken, salad and home-made bread to mop up the juice.  i also have a tiny bottle of champagne that i’m going to open to toast my fortieth year on this planet.

the year ahead is going to be magical.  i can feel it.