strange magic

so I made the move. over the past two days I made my flatmate faint, ate delicious chicken curry, drank too many pink coloured liquids, applied temporary tattoos to see if what my life is lacking is a glittering unicorn on my biceps, danced untill 5AM, watched The Virgin Suicides in the train for the first time.
I'm getting used to calling two places home and it does sound pretty lovely right about now.
and just because I've been lousy at documenting anything of the shiny I will declare my love for sienna miller once again.
this woman is one of my greatest inspirations these days.
I never understood why people tend to be so bitter towards her.
not everything she does might be perfect but that's life right? it's completely flawed and we should just stop seeing that as a a handicap and just do our thing (I was tempted to write 'THANG' for like 2 seconds here).
she definitely has that 'fuck it, let's just get drunk' attitude down pat and is obviously a fashion risk taker, which I think is worth so much more than always playing it safe and looking pretty.
the lace top? the badass pants?
let's just say if I had seen her that night I might have just ripped everything off her tiny body.