I actually spoke to her on my iPhone, not my vintage-looking telephone, in this picture. Although, I thought I'd snap up a quick shot of this beauty anyway, as I feel it fits this blog post perfectly.
Classic, and girly, describing both the telephone, and my conversation with Lucy.
Later, into the night, I stayed up late, downloading classic Fleetwood Mac tracks, and watching Lana Del Rey videos.
Whilst it poured bloody murder outside my window, I dreamt of one day becoming a rock star...
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