What am I doing?! What am I doing?! I didn’t even know what to say! What am I talking about? I panicked so much, he’s gonna- right, you have to ring him back and explain. You know him, don’t you? I’ve got to ring him back, he must think I am SO mental. I have never spoken to him in my life. I kind of had a panic attack, mate. I get it now, I get why everyone gets so like *starts panting*. I got a bit like “What do I do? What do I do? Do I ring him? Do I say sorry?”.
An A for effort, but See Me, cause you can’t spell! You can still text, C-Y-C-L-E to 70011. I might go paint that on his garage door later.
- Nick: By the way, Matt Fincham, NOT HELPFUL yesterday, texting me during my challenge. 'You're not going very fast, pick it up!'
- Matt: It was motivational!
- Nick: No, it wasn't; it was annoying!
Bike, is that B-Y-Z…I can spell BANDANA….
"I get dressed always for myself. [Don’t] give a fuck what anyone else thinks. Otherwise I’ll feel uncomfortable all day. I don’t care if i have a boyfriend standing there going "You look great" If I’m like [sobbing] "Oh no!"
You know, I don’t care. I just wanna be comfy. And you know what more often than not I get dressed just to make other people laugh. So I guess in some ways it is for other people! I love turning up and everyone saying “Pixie you look ridiculous. Take it off.”
I’d rather dress bad and funny, than boring.”
pixie geldof for elle magazine (x)