its 4am. Lets GO!

 Hello Melbourne. Hello street art. Hello man appreciating street art. Hello lady taking photo of man appreciating street art in Melbourne. Stalker? No. not at all.

Hello big brother. He's funnies.

Pale ales. Ciders. Beers. Fried Chicken. Brother. Best.

Rooftop bars. Brother. Bestest.

Miss it alreadys.

xx

Rain. and keeping things classy. All class.

rain. miserable?! psht. I think its rather romantic when my toes are wrinkly, my hair in a damp high bun, and my mascara running. class. 

[ Giedre Dukauskaite by Tobias Lundkvist for Fashiongonerogue ]

Spent sunday morning trying to figure out how I got a club entry stamp on my belly. Wasnt on my top so it didn't go through my shirt. Friend and I decided it was when I announced that my top kept on riding up so I made an executive decision to tuck my top into my undies. Pshht. Who needs tops?! Class.

Love me beautifuls  xx

As I hammer my keyboard and tick through these workpapers, my stomach cries.

..and crying it does. 

Particularly when a colleague shares ridiculously good lookingly delicious images. 

Like these.

[images taken from http://www.tastespotting.com/features/fried-chicken-and-waffle-grilled-cheese-how-to]

[images taken from http://youonlyliveonce.com.au/bacon-tacos/]

judge me, you will not. 

I also embarked on a mystical walk the other week to find fried chicken. It was a very long mystical walk. We found friend chicken. It was ridiculously good lookingly delicious.  

mmm fried chicken. 

Ps; the links above, they make you hungry. Real hungry. Everything looks so amazingly delicious.

Somebody's feed me. 

xx

much love, fat face.