So, within the next six months I promise to myself, and, of course, to you all, that I will have lost two-three stone, and be a chiseled, terribly pointed, ever poignant version of myself. I will be the blonde, violet, silvering and rose-tinted version of the wondrous spectacle of glamour above. What a fucking dream.
p.s.
If anyone knows where I could find a couple of sacks of eternal charisma, charm and immortal confidence, gimme a shout. There will be rum pancakes in the form of payment...
