There's nothing new here. Although I have noticed that bloggers, as time goes on, become more and more self-obsessed. Not that I'm any better, but I enjoy being narcissistic. To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance, said a very wise man named Wilde.

It has come to my attention very recently that apparently I am an intimidating figure. My initial reaction: Get out! How intimidating can one possibly be when one can barely take the time out to hunt for something wrinkle-free to wear in the mornings?

On a completely unrelated note: at all costs, avoid watching Alexander. Watching Hopkins ramble on and on and watching supposed Greeks talking with broad Irish accents may be entertaining for the first ten minutes, but soon amusement gives way to boredom and contempt.

Currently on repeat: Green Day - Boulevard of Broken Dreams