Passion was her Sunday best.
"Bloggies" (isn't that word sick?) are starting to piss me off. I rely on this thing to eliminate things such as awkward phone conversations and small-talk and lately, it's a constant disappointment! None of my pictures from London will post which is irritating. Right now, I am in the proccess of moving and unpacking, applying for a student Visa, trying to make time for the people I haven't seen, sending trascripts and trying not to think about the fact that Ted is half way accross the country. I've also noticed that my spelling has plummeted from mediocre to deplorable. Oh well.
London is a really awesome place. I saw lots of great things. There are enough fat people to make me feel confident but not so many that I am homesick. The merry-go-round had roosters on it which was really great. Every girl there looks like she fell off the page of a British Vogue magazine. There are also a lot of cute British babies which made me want to create my own for about 5 minutes. Actually, it came in waves, sometimes I would want a baby for a whole day. Is it weird to feel maternal? I think I want to babysit a baby for free. I'm sure it would cure all of my motherly instincts and make me hate them again.
Tomorrow is another celebration of ovaries, fallopian tubes, and freedom from STIs---Pap.
Can't wait!
It's a porn uptopia, a cornucopia of warm fallopia.
Now I have to eat a sandwhich and go to work.
"Bloggies" (isn't that word sick?) are starting to piss me off. I rely on this thing to eliminate things such as awkward phone conversations and small-talk and lately, it's a constant disappointment! None of my pictures from London will post which is irritating. Right now, I am in the proccess of moving and unpacking, applying for a student Visa, trying to make time for the people I haven't seen, sending trascripts and trying not to think about the fact that Ted is half way accross the country. I've also noticed that my spelling has plummeted from mediocre to deplorable. Oh well.
London is a really awesome place. I saw lots of great things. There are enough fat people to make me feel confident but not so many that I am homesick. The merry-go-round had roosters on it which was really great. Every girl there looks like she fell off the page of a British Vogue magazine. There are also a lot of cute British babies which made me want to create my own for about 5 minutes. Actually, it came in waves, sometimes I would want a baby for a whole day. Is it weird to feel maternal? I think I want to babysit a baby for free. I'm sure it would cure all of my motherly instincts and make me hate them again.
Tomorrow is another celebration of ovaries, fallopian tubes, and freedom from STIs---Pap.
Can't wait!
It's a porn uptopia, a cornucopia of warm fallopia.
Now I have to eat a sandwhich and go to work.
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