So, I'm sitting with my threadless tshirts around me on my computer in bed. I turned twenty-one this week and my wonderful boyfriend gave me two fantastic threadless tshirts (poetic irony & shakespeare hates your emo poetry) for becoming older. It was an incredibly welcome gift, I love those designs.

I'm not entirely sure why I'm writing in here, blame boredom. Blame sunburn. Blame being too lazy to get up and do something productive.

So I recently got back from Reading 2006, it was pretty awesome. Rob & I played eye spy threadless, and we got a few between us. A lot of fake tshirts as well, though, which was a little annoying.

I got burnt on the first day, more than likely watching Belle & Sebastian (oh Stuart Murdock, bouncing around the stage, you fantastic fool you). The sunburn was worth it though, I adore B&S - they were the best band of the weekend. It was fantastic, especially as I was able to share it with the boy.

But tonight I have mostly been peeling the dead skin off my back. Mmmm. I know, sounds good doesn't it? I also have The House of Leaves next to me, although I'm trying not to read it at night time. Gave me nightmares last time I read it at night.

Anyways, right, this competition. I'm thinking about it, i've got a couple of ideas i'm going to share with Rob later on. Because we're awesome. I'm okay with words and he's good with pictures, so we make an awesome team. Yes yes we do.