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Good morning. I just went Indie clubbing with chums. It was a good night.
Creepy thing: a guy kept asking me where I lived, so I was like "London" and he asked "where in London?" and I replied "West London" And he said, "Oh, so, like, you live in Acton?"
.... How did he know? How. Did. He. Know?
Tomorrow: Vintage shopping with Jane, having spent all my money tonight. I may have to thieve from Fran's petty cash and then pay her back later.
In drama, we're doing a play about a cult who brainwash a normal girl and influence her so much that she kills her best friend for wanting to leave. The other girls in the group came up with the plot, I find it's best to leave them to it. Only now our play is full of angst. They want to have "Fix you" by Coldplay in the killing scene. Le sigh.
Cycling back home at night is good, as I don't have to pay for travel, or be wanked at by a friendly stranger on the bus, and I can leave whenever I like, but it's bad because it makes me chilly and makes my muscles hurt. Cycling from Knightsbridge to Acton is a long journey, I have learnt.
James has started uni. *sniff* He's all growed up. He's doing Drama at Aberwistwith (SP?) In Wales. FAR.
Time for bed, I feel.
xxx
Creepy thing: a guy kept asking me where I lived, so I was like "London" and he asked "where in London?" and I replied "West London" And he said, "Oh, so, like, you live in Acton?"
.... How did he know? How. Did. He. Know?
Tomorrow: Vintage shopping with Jane, having spent all my money tonight. I may have to thieve from Fran's petty cash and then pay her back later.
In drama, we're doing a play about a cult who brainwash a normal girl and influence her so much that she kills her best friend for wanting to leave. The other girls in the group came up with the plot, I find it's best to leave them to it. Only now our play is full of angst. They want to have "Fix you" by Coldplay in the killing scene. Le sigh.
Cycling back home at night is good, as I don't have to pay for travel, or be wanked at by a friendly stranger on the bus, and I can leave whenever I like, but it's bad because it makes me chilly and makes my muscles hurt. Cycling from Knightsbridge to Acton is a long journey, I have learnt.
James has started uni. *sniff* He's all growed up. He's doing Drama at Aberwistwith (SP?) In Wales. FAR.
Time for bed, I feel.
xxx