Lattes, trains, and nightmares on a mild Tuesday in January.

On the 5th of the 1, 2010 at 11:35 pm, my mind is occupied with the following thoughts:

1. Topshop, you anger me. My Crochet Floral Crop Top; Size: 8, Colour: Multi, at £25 arrived this afternoon. My Leather Pushlock Purse; One Size, Colour: Black, at £18 also arrived this afternoon. However, my 50 Den Tights, Size: Medium, Colour: Mustard, at £1 did not! I paid £7.50 for postage and I did not receive my mustard tights! How dare you, Topshop. You might be all the way over there in London, but sooner or later, I too will be in London, and on that day, I am going to get my 50 Den Mustard Tights.
2. Monash Caulfield now has not one, but two cafés that serve an adequate latte. Monash Clayton still does not have one. I am unimpressed by this.
3. And when you think it's all starting to sort itself out, it will come crashing down with an appearance in a nightmare and then on the 5:18 Frankston train later that day.

"it was not your fault but mine
and it was your heart on the line
i really fucked it up this time
didn't I, my dear?"

If only.