Mindbender

*sighs*

Trapped in this routine, still i’m counting down the days, silly i know, yes i’m longing, no i’m not in denial. No need flowers from the winner of Florist of the Year 2006 in Notting Hill (the cheapest costs £25 anyway, what a rip-off!), i just want to go to Tom’s and have a really nice brunch. It’s just across the road. The egg benedict is the best and the muffin is indescribable. I promise i’ll take you down Pembridge and Westbourne. If we have time, maybe we’re off to Hampstead, walk in the woods and have the nicest crepes (the one on Champs Elysees sucks!) on earth afterwards. We can sit on the bench near the antique lamppost with beautiful yellow dim light.

The day after, we can walk along the river from Tower Bridge to Jubilee Bridge. Quite a walk i know, but that’s the best way to show you the odd black egg-lookalike thingy that stands alone, the best angle of St. Paul, a blue ring on top of Tate Modern, the pier where you can look up to OXO, and the trees with blue light. Or maybe go to Leicester Square and see some skanky girls in skimpy skirts. You’re gonna love it, i know. I have millions of plans in my head.

Anyway, it was saturday when my anxiety was answered by placid nothing. Nothing as in nothing-nothing. Period. Great. 

so.. "you don’t know or you just don’t want to know?"

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