I stayed in with my flatmate last night. We wrapped our lips around each other a merlot (ha ha ha), and listened to music. Problem is, we have a serious problem. With musical taste that is. Here were a few of our choices:
In other news, when your shoes start to give you crap, you know there are issues. Graunch & Run. It's my schtick. Otherwise I will hurt it. And if I don't hurt it, it will hurt me.