square that shit up!

Balmain is pretty cool.


When I got in at 5:30 yesterday morning, I was stranded in the city due to the buses beginning their services at 8am. At the bus stop, a gang member and his pregnant mistress struck up such a personal conversation with me that I could do nothing but listen and smoke with an inner terror equal to that of Frodo's upon hearing the nazgul scream. It was a situation that people do not usually find themselves in; first thing in the morning.

I made a shabby excuse, something about visiting Hannah who had my pillow (half true), and made my escape. I took refuge in a Starbucks: it being the only thing open at that hour. I ordered a cup of tea and waited until the first few buses were good and gone before I made my way back to the bus-stop.

Anyway, I am back now.

Seeing as the time-difference is five hours I am able to go to sleep early, skipping dinner, and wake up at five thirty in the morning and do things like haunt the hallway- sauntering up and down with the cat pretending to be a mournful ghost in the morning light. Or I just have porridge: the only food I have in the pantry. THE ONLY FOOD. I ate everything before I left. Seasoning and various herbs do not really count as food. Diet time!