slight change of plan

Okay, so the weekend didn’t turn out as I expected (btw., since when do I plan…?)

I forgot to equip myself with the camera shop addresses which I realized already sitting on the train. Plus, the photography/architecture student guy I proposed to accompany me could only do Sunday - the day at which my money balance hit 0. Literary. 

But after all, it was not a wasted Saturday. I got to try a new eyeliner style (love) and play with my hair in the reflection of H&M’s mirror wall. I walked through the little crafts market on the Marylebone street, the Conran shop (the store that makes you wish you were rich even harder) and the Old Spitalfield Market with all its vintage gorgeousness. I spent an hour sniffing through the Borough Market in a hopeless attempt to find the best of the best food stands, adoring the never-ending variety of veggies and mushrooms and meats and specialities, all ORGANIC (!), then walking across the London bridge with a sight of scenery glowing in the setting sun. I walked through the “financial” part of the city, passing the huge corporate buildings that I’ll probably never set my foot in. Which is a pity - one of them has a huge aquarium wall in the lobby, I’d love to see that from up close. 

I’ve got to observe interesting characters, particularly this one young man on the train who remainder me of Robert Sheehan. If I was in the position (already), I would totally offer him a job. 

C. is in Colombia. Yes, now it’s Colombia, two weeks ago it was Russia… I want your life, you lucky bastard!

I’m lying, I don’t want C.’s life. I only want his apartment. And his language skills. 

The stranger from the “when it all goes wrong” post keeps calling and texting me (“common, what went wrong?” - a citation it in it’s original, grammatically incorrect version)

Should I tell him what went wrong, or maybe just send him the link to that post (that would be fun, huh?)… I don’t feel like being cruel these days. I’ll probably just text him: “sorry, we are not a good match” kinda thing.** Or just be blunt (Tim Gunn, oh yeah), and say how it is - “you’re too dumb/simple/unintelligent/boring/pea-brained”, I could go on and on… Although, I don’t think I need that bad karma right now… You know, it’s Christmas.

My whole family is going to Zanzibar for winter holidays. 

They didn’t pick up on my hints to send me some Christmas money… damn.… 

My cat had a kidney infection. My dog misses me. My horse has probably already forgot that I exist. My sister just turned 3. 

That’s it for the news today. Now I need to dream about the better tomorrow for a while.

*I love observing people and trying to get under the layers everyone’s covered in. To know them without even talking to them. Sherlock is great for that, btw.

**He agrees. Good.

… I ate Nutella. I ate that fucking thing… I hate you, Nutella.