I turn twenty at the end of this month, so to stop myself from crying about being a ~*~proper grownup~*~ every night/morning at five am, I resorted to stalking the Topshop website to remind myself about the only good thing birthdays bring: presents! I always have bad luck on my birthdays, so I cling to the hope of presents to make it all feel better. In addition to all of this, there was a gorgeous army jacket that seems to have sold out within a day... much like the gorgeous vintage Disney backpack I wanted before my stupid iPad didn't send me the notification to say it was ending on eBay. Waaaah. Anyway, I leave you with this very, uh, khaki inspired wish list which makes me wish that I didn't throw out the gorgeous camouflage print skinny jeans I got from Zara Kids when I was thirteen. At least it's a change from the pastel obsession I've being suffering from since January. Birthday presents appreciated and all that jazz.
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