this is quite gross but i'm fixated with voices. more specifically, i'm fixated with the way voices sound over the phone-- deeper and more mysterious. i really like deep voices which are slightly gravelly yet warm and friendly. i try to imagine what the people on the other end look like from their voice alone, and wonder what they're doing. whether they're wearing shoes, where their free hand is, whether they're slouching in a chair, whether there's a calendar on the desk and if yes what the calendar looks like, etc.
also: kate moss for topshop sucked, and i resisted the temptation to buy a few items just for the fun of putting them up on ebay. i'm still quite annoyed with myself for not snapping up the madonna for h&m shimmery white track jackets in paris in january, which were going for a mere 9.99 euros (!) and were pretty decent (none in my size left though). everyone was trying on the paisley dress of doom, and because most kids here have invisible boobs and unpretty calves, it was not a good sight.
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