Thursday, 3 April 2008


I have selective chicken pox thanks to my brother; a set of braille inscriptions running down both my elbows. If that's how I'm going to receive it the second time, fine by me. Long sleeves it is. Just don't mess with my face. I probably gave it to the GINORMOUS baby that was sitting next to me on the flight, with the GINORMOUS blue vein running across it's almost transparent GINORMOUS white forehead. Oh well. Who told her to cry so damn much? She had it coming. What can ya do?

Go for sushi in South Kensington is what.

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