We’re gonna rock out with our cock out.

The ladies and I went out shopping today. I ran to Charles’ and was tired after two streets, which really shows how unfit I am. I’ve been meaning to go jogging (Yeah, right. No, really, I love exercise.) but I have no suitable attire. I am not making excuses.

There were many odd shops in Newtown, much like my style I suppose. There were bondage shops, but I didn’t see a Dominatrix mask. Yes I know what it looks like, lol, but it’s not like that at all. There was one particularly Gothic shop that the girls seemed to dislike. I guess Living Dead Dolls and a mannequin holding a severed head does not affect me. We also had a pleasant Thai lunch, but unfortunately, there was no sign of Natalie. We are so obsessed, roflolu.

Afterward we headed to the city and perused the market. We were so lame (after watching so much Natalie) because we spoke with British accents most of the day and gave each other names. Elizabeth, Charles, Andy, Michelle and I, Harry, were stared upon by many bypassers.