One Girl And Her iPod

I had my last day at work today. And it was...good, I guess. I was simultaneously the worst employee and best boss ever. I bought chocolates and magazines, I let everyone do nothing, and I tried on makeup. All day. So now I have lovely new lipsticks [there's nothing better than a brand new lipstick, all sharp and pointy, right?] and leftover chocolates, which my sister has had to physically take away from me.

Yet I'm in two minds about how I feel. I'm a little bit sad that I'm leaving such a good job behind, where I could pretty much do what I wanted, and not have to answer to anyone, but...look what I have ahead of me! In two days I will be:

• Moved into my breath-taking new flat.
• Reunited with all my clothes [oh, how I have missed you, leggings I have stolen from my sister]
• Seeing Fleet Foxes live with a fabulous blonde.

Who could ask for anything more? Lying on my bed, nails painted in a new navy blue, bubblegum lipstick on, parents shouting me down for dinner. I can't complain, really.

Apparently, I can. My mother just served up some hideous dog food under the name of 'hot pot'. Suddenly very glad for the nutrition of chocolate.