Yowch

My legs and feet are KILLING me. I curse the foody job, but I probably do burn a lot of calories standing up and running around and pushing trolleys for 7 or 8 straight hours. My calf muscles are in so much pain. I obviously haven't used them in a while. Oh dear! I'll be doing this all week, too. I got my mum to give me a foot massage when I got home and it was BLISS. God dammit, I need a boyfriend, if only for reasons like giving me foot massages.

As for food... well, I picked at bits at work, which always makes it seem like you haven't eaten much when really it's been LOADS. Calories add up. Deary me. Today was a boring day, which I put down to eating more. Hopefully for the rest of the week I'll be rushed with jobs to do and won't have time to poke at the food.

Loads of my friends graduated today, which is pretty weird. This time next year, it'll be me! Mind, it'll be a relief to be out of uni. I can't wait to actually start properly earning and having a real life!

Dirty Sexy Things is on tonight, woohoo... in less than an hour! I need to hit the TV set. Tonight they're in Paris, probably doing more shoots and getting drunk and all that jazz. Ah, to be a model! I loved it in Bruno where he was asking a model how tough her job was and she was all, 'oh yeah, it's so tough,' and he was going 'yeah, it must be so hard to step on to the catwalk and have to put your right foot forward, then your left foot in front of that, then your right foot again.' And she was just going 'yeah, yeah, so hard,' just not getting it at all. Haha, oh the japes.

True, though, right? It must be so weird for your career to be based on how you can walk. I think it's even funnier watching guys walk on catwalks, as they don't even have the added burden of heels.

Speaking of all that, a friend recommended I consider applying for tickets to London Fashion Week next year. I could apply under 'Press', under my uni magazine. Hmm, tempting!

Peace out,

Q x