Shopping online @ZARA : a thread.
Absolutely hanging offering your sister twenty euro to go get you a chicken fillet roll, rancheros and a can of coke.
Coming home from London unannounced and still hammered to introduce your girlfriend to your staunchly Catholic parents.
When your friend’s kids think you’re playing hide and seek but really you’re looking for where they keep the hard liquor.
On the corridor of the hotel at a wedding after puking your ring up, mustering up the energy to go back down for more gin and wedding cake om nom nom.
When you’re trying to get the girls to leave for chippers, you need a wee and the dj is playing Don’t Stop Believing.
I’ve spent all of yesterday just refreshing my Twitter notifications thinking I was great altogether and not getting any work done. 
so I think it’s time to sign off! Thanks so much for the response! And there is no plot twist I don’t work for Zara or see dead people.


