Greetings
look at how short i am!
incident involving very long escalator (the one at waterloo going down from the train-y bit to the tube) and me flying down it clunking all the way has left me limping and being unable to indulge in any knee-leaning ablility. and i weren't even pished
all i wanted to do was laugh at myself but seeing as i was horizontal and heading towards certain doom and the bowels of the earth watching the horizon disappear into those vicious teeth escalators tend to have i had to leap up and ignore my paaaaaaiiiiin whilst being accosted by a policeman and many transportation authorities. don't you hate it when people ask you if you're ok when you're bleeding from several different gashes and bruising at quite an alarming rate, because i really do. i pretty much ignored them and went to go buy a ticket and realised i was all shakey and wanted to cry.
anyway, the edward hopper exhibition wednesday was good, and lunch was gooder because my mum paid
i took her to the train and then went in search of the newly returned boy
sat in hyde park in the sun and screamed ouch a lot (my shins and knees got fucking gnarled on the escalator, as well as my forehead and cheek bone)
met up with booyah and got drunk on happy hour cocktails and many hours later ended up feasting on fried chicken in bed with her
um, what else have i been doing? oh yeah, nursed the boo while her heart was achey and gave her bad advice and drank a lot of rum cursing men, missed seeing benji which is shite but i'll see you soon ok? came back from london, missed the pilton party because i was lazy, had a barbecue, went to the beach and it was yummy, lay around in the sun a lot
and sex. finally. a lot of it. huge amounts. the really really good stuff. i'm exhausted in the best way
guam's mexican feast birthday extravaganza tonight, woohoo
sunny ruby smiley day
x
look at how short i am!
incident involving very long escalator (the one at waterloo going down from the train-y bit to the tube) and me flying down it clunking all the way has left me limping and being unable to indulge in any knee-leaning ablility. and i weren't even pished
all i wanted to do was laugh at myself but seeing as i was horizontal and heading towards certain doom and the bowels of the earth watching the horizon disappear into those vicious teeth escalators tend to have i had to leap up and ignore my paaaaaaiiiiin whilst being accosted by a policeman and many transportation authorities. don't you hate it when people ask you if you're ok when you're bleeding from several different gashes and bruising at quite an alarming rate, because i really do. i pretty much ignored them and went to go buy a ticket and realised i was all shakey and wanted to cry.
anyway, the edward hopper exhibition wednesday was good, and lunch was gooder because my mum paid
i took her to the train and then went in search of the newly returned boy
sat in hyde park in the sun and screamed ouch a lot (my shins and knees got fucking gnarled on the escalator, as well as my forehead and cheek bone)
met up with booyah and got drunk on happy hour cocktails and many hours later ended up feasting on fried chicken in bed with her
um, what else have i been doing? oh yeah, nursed the boo while her heart was achey and gave her bad advice and drank a lot of rum cursing men, missed seeing benji which is shite but i'll see you soon ok? came back from london, missed the pilton party because i was lazy, had a barbecue, went to the beach and it was yummy, lay around in the sun a lot
and sex. finally. a lot of it. huge amounts. the really really good stuff. i'm exhausted in the best way
guam's mexican feast birthday extravaganza tonight, woohoo
sunny ruby smiley day
x
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