I am American girl now. I shave. ::displays hairless pits::
Uhmmmmm. So here I am in Plymouth. Spent all morning trotting around throwing my resume at people and going HIRE ME PLZ. We'll see what happens. Also I brought some of my old clothes to the thrift shop but they only bought $2 worth of crap off me. Also, I really do not need a $30 belt made of recycled tire rubber with funky bottle caps glued to it. I really really really don't. Except I totally do.
Mum and I had lunch at the Six Burner Bistro, which was, as always, delightful. And there was a Paul Simon song on the radio! "Graceland"! Can you believe it? That never happens! ::gets lost in a brief Paul-reverie and gazes loonily off into the distance::
And... yeah. ::goes back to planning porn::
Edit: I bought the belt. What? I won't always be young enough to wear trendy shit like this, you know.
Mum and I had lunch at the Six Burner Bistro, which was, as always, delightful. And there was a Paul Simon song on the radio! "Graceland"! Can you believe it? That never happens! ::gets lost in a brief Paul-reverie and gazes loonily off into the distance::
And... yeah. ::goes back to planning porn::
Edit: I bought the belt. What? I won't always be young enough to wear trendy shit like this, you know.