I don't want to be here if I can't be with you tonight

Here's a better picture of my pj's. On the shorts it says "follow me", "e-mail me", and "tag me". I am obsessed. I woke up at 7:30 am today, because it was too warm to sleep any longer. So I went downstairs to the living room to do some stretches whilst listening to Bon Iver. Then I curled my hair, had my breakfast and tea, got ready for a trip to the mall. Usually I'll just throw on my shorts and not do anything with my face or hair. But I felt like actually "getting ready" today. When I got to the mall (around 11:00 am), I was only wearing a skirt and a t-shirt, so I knew it was going to be a really warm day. I treated myself to some short dungarees in a cotton fabric. It was on sale, and I couldn't help myself. Also got a new duvet cover and another few bits and bobs. My phone insisted on playing Justin Bieber almost for the whole time I was at the mall. It does that sometimes, I think it's definitely infatuated with Bieber. Before going home, I went on a short trip to the library, where I found Mad About The Boy by Helen Fielding. I can't wait to read this, as I've read the other Bridget Jones books. I might go lie outside in the grass and read it later. When I was walking towards the exit, this woman asked me whether I'd like to see the art. My local library often showcases local art, which is really nice. I said yes, and I looked through it. She gave me a sheet with the list of names of all the pictures, and there was a picture that reminded me of blood pulsing through the aorta. But it was named something entirely different. It's strange and really fascinating how we all have such different perspectives, isn't it? Anyway, I'm going to start on dinner now. Have a nice Monday!