short attention span. today i am going to write the worst piece of literature and i’m ok with that.
in room twelve oh six – nice view
sixth, 13th + 20th
*anytime after 9:00pm
snagged myself a package of yogurt + green onion flavored crisps – so heavenly.
took the tour of the thames on the “big bus”
need to buy stamps.
everyone you look at is beautiful. though, they don’t smile as much as us canadians do. going to wake up early tomorrow, make it for breakfast this time then head over to portobello road – nottinghill gate. very excited. going to research it. zzzzzzzzzzzzzz
six twenty six am – montpelier st. knightsbrodge, london
waiting for knightsbridge food feyre to open so i can stuff my face with all the things i’m not suppose to. i’ve already definitely lost a few pounds. nice view of courtyard here at montpelier – quiet, unlike the busy street on the other side. so much havoc gone astray since the moment i stepped foot off the plane. will write about that later, need to unwind and enjoy the now.
went to a few pubs last nite – can’t remember the names of [tea clipper and bunch of grapes]. yesterday’s diet literally consisted of gum, cigarettes, candy, 2 pringles and a little bit of slop from the cafeteria at southside campus.
i want to explore but i have a class after breakfast (7 15am) which starts @ 8 30am. so hungry! thinking through my stomache now. tried a pims last nite s’well as beck’s (yecch). hate beer. need adaptor plug for my bloody blowdryer -> my hair looks like a bird’s nest.
i swear my belly must be eating itself from the inside ‘cos i can surely hear it.
the sun is beginning to peak its way through my courtyard.
i wonder if people can see into the bathroom when i’m showering from other rooms across the way. weird how the shower curtain stops right where the window begins.
i have never ever written anything of a ficticious nature, ever. the only thing i change are names of places and persons. everything i say is true. my mum is in denial and says that i make shit up which i dont. i am not controlling or censoring anyone by removing comments just letting them know that there are certain things i will not stand for and dissing my mother is up there along with saying im a cokehead so to avoid banning people individually which is censorship i think i took comments down altogether and people are just going to have to deal with it for a little while. i pre-warned everyone when i re-added comments last time from taking them down for the same fucking reason as this one not to piss me off and it was fine for a few months or so but it happens again and again. i have every right to protect myself from negativity and to control the spreading of rumors. i dont need to read nasty untruths about myself. i dont walk all over anyone else’s blog and start shit with them so what gives people the right to do it to me? i have feelings just like anyone else and im not even being a crybaby about it, i’m exhausted with your come-downs and you dont even want to talk to me or tell me your opinions, you just want everyone else to know them and simply starting your own blogs isnt good enough because no one will go to them if they’re not linked from me, you just miss the personal negative attention you get from saying your piece in my comments and to get what you want you have to insult me which, as pre-mentioned, i. am. sick. of.
im an adult and if i fuck up that’s my choice. if you are looking to blame someone, blame those who abused their privileges. a few bad seeds spoils the pot. and plus my mum can’t even spell.
if i were a magazine or a newspaper things would be different i am a living being who in real life would be like talk to the hand mister and there is no way in hell you would say any of this shit to my face because it would be smashified and you know it, if not by me, by any other person who owns me. this is my blog and i can shit my pants if i want to you fucking cowards. if you have something to say, say it to my face but get your facts straight first. if you want to know the truth about something, ASK ME. i will tell you the truth. i am not ashamed.
