like glue
I'm stuck in London AGAIN. Why the piss is it always me? I must have been Jack the Ripper in a past life. This is such an Emily thing to happen. All eurostars from London Waterloo have been cancelled because of a gas leak and a house exploded and a road blew up and huge carrots or something. I hate my life, I HATE IT. I got a refund on my billet but that's not the point is it. The point is. I have just crawled to Waterloo station from Essex with a monster hangover, a suitcase that weighs as much as a donkey and 2 rather hefty handbags. A nice man gave me £4 because he felt sorry for me (or because he wanted me to go away). I spent it on a glass of whine and a wine. Or a glass of wine and a whine.
and my new sunglasses just broke :'(
and my new sunglasses just broke :'(