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It feels like LA, it feels like NY, it feels like Miami.

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This is kinda old now but these are still my favourite duo, ever.

Procrastination at it’s finest;

Why is it that when you are given 20+ days to complete a written task that involves more than 20 minutes of concentration it is always left until the last minute? I feel like I am back at school pulling an all-nighter trying to focus on writing 6 pages of why I am brilliant at what I do and why I deserve a nice pay rise this April.

Instead of putting my energy into finishing this so that I can get some beauty sleep I am sitting on tumbr - writing about a writing task, searching for sexy shoe boots, checking my phone every 2 seconds and half-watching last week’s 90210.

Eurghhh!