True confessions of a travel addict...

Off to Sydney tonight to visit [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] and [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] for their long weekend. Back lateish Monday night, and I'm not taking the laptop and I doubt I'll have computer access (besides being too busy to actually use it), so don't expect to hear from me until Tuesday. Probably Tuesday evening, since we have court that day and the list is literally two feet high. Really. I have a court list that's as tall as bloody hobbit. A short hobbit, but a hobbit nonetheless.

I get all excited by the thought of travelling. Especially in a plane. These little interstate hops I've been doing are the travel addict's equivalent to methadone.

Oh, and another thing...

Apparently I'm looking pretty funky today, to quote one of my co-workers. I bought myself a new pair of jeans last night which are bootcut. This means they have a slightly lower waist (but not full-on hipsters, which just don't look good on me) and slightly flared bottoms for my boots to peek out of. It certainly makes it easier to lace up the Trinity boots, I can tell you. ;) And today I'm wearing, with my new jeans, my beige coloured top with the lacing on the front.

You can see my belly button. *giggles* Of course, I'd prefer that said belly wasn't quite so squishy, but I've been slacking off on the physical activity and need to get my slightly larger arse into the pool. But yeah, looking pretty good. :)

I like being told I look nice. :) Now I just need someone to use it on. ;)