Naughty, really, a bit of a giggle....
At JFK airport the bag guy (ya' know the guy chuckin' the bags into the security bin) grabbed my backpack, flirtatiously asked where I was going. 'To London' I say.
When are you coming back? tomorrow!?!
As I just had a half-way packed backpack.
I've learned somewhere along the way, that the less I pack, the happier I am.
This is true of life isn't it? I've decided to downsize and plan my escape from New York Serena, who really is a dull sort of girl. I appreciate her, and she looks pretty good, but on the inside, she's just packing too much stuff.
I'm staying in a part of London called Brixton. When I got off the tube (coming from the airport as I had just arrived) and was looking for the bus I would take up the hill I think I saw a man get killed. It was rather fast. It was in front of KFC, and there were a bunch of people around. There was an older, homeless looking man, who had picked up a shovel, violently wacked this younger lad over the head with it, (who promtly fell to the ground). Then there was a general panic and people screaming, as I assume the man with the shovel repeatedly wacked him over the head (I looked away) and then ran off. I got on the bus. I was freaked out, not really knowing where I was. People gathered around the man and were just looking. I hope he was okay, but just from the look on the man with the shovels face I'm pretty sure he wanted to kill him.
I wonder why.
Other than that, London has been good. I know it quite well, so there's none of that getting lost fears that you sometimes have travelin'. Chris and I are going to see 'Equus' tomorrow. AKA 'The Harry Potter in the nude show'. I mean duh, obviously I was going to see it.
Chris has been drama-therapizing me. We've had a lot of philosphical conversations about life and love. I think I'm working my shit out. I'm excited about Barcelona.
When are you coming back? tomorrow!?!
As I just had a half-way packed backpack.
I've learned somewhere along the way, that the less I pack, the happier I am.
This is true of life isn't it? I've decided to downsize and plan my escape from New York Serena, who really is a dull sort of girl. I appreciate her, and she looks pretty good, but on the inside, she's just packing too much stuff.
I'm staying in a part of London called Brixton. When I got off the tube (coming from the airport as I had just arrived) and was looking for the bus I would take up the hill I think I saw a man get killed. It was rather fast. It was in front of KFC, and there were a bunch of people around. There was an older, homeless looking man, who had picked up a shovel, violently wacked this younger lad over the head with it, (who promtly fell to the ground). Then there was a general panic and people screaming, as I assume the man with the shovel repeatedly wacked him over the head (I looked away) and then ran off. I got on the bus. I was freaked out, not really knowing where I was. People gathered around the man and were just looking. I hope he was okay, but just from the look on the man with the shovels face I'm pretty sure he wanted to kill him.
I wonder why.
Other than that, London has been good. I know it quite well, so there's none of that getting lost fears that you sometimes have travelin'. Chris and I are going to see 'Equus' tomorrow. AKA 'The Harry Potter in the nude show'. I mean duh, obviously I was going to see it.
Chris has been drama-therapizing me. We've had a lot of philosphical conversations about life and love. I think I'm working my shit out. I'm excited about Barcelona.