27 hours.
Seriously. That's how long it took me to get from Jemma's door to my door. Boo George Bush and his International "Airport". (don't underestimate the air quotes..."thanks"). But despite sleep deprivation and no in-flight films, it was well worth it...times two. Probably a little too much shopping, a little too much drinking, a little too much dancing, and not enough sleeping. But I got to be a London-er again for a few days - much needed. Saw so many good friends, traipsed around Camden, walked through the streets that are still so familiar, rode the train past hillsides and towns...it was so oddly normal, if that makes any sense. I miss it already... Perfection. Gum would be perfection. (Gum would be perfection?) Sigh.





3 Comments:
UGHH UHHH GRGHH AH UHHEEEUNG GRUGHUHUHULE RITGH JIGHH GOOGHHAGHER.
(I'm stuck in an ATM vestibule with Jill Goodacre.)
Clearly.
UGHH UHHH GRHUSGH SHDUFU.
Yeah like that thought never crossed my mind.
DAMMIT KRISTiN, I WAS GONNA QUOTE THAT!!!!!!!
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