SO

I was walking home from a friend’s

and stopped to get chicken because chicken

it closed 15 minutes before

but a guy waved me in

I got my two piece

then he gave me ALL THE REST OF THE CHICKEN for FREE

so I had 7 pieces for £2.50

happy lass am I

I surpassed myself last night

12 chicken nuggets and 2 cheeseburgers. now that’s drunk food.

Business idea

Food-scented colognes.
I’d flock to any guy that smells like doughnuts.

I had already made up my wheetabix and honey cereal when I found out my milk was off (by tasting it eughhh). So it’s fair to say I’ve probably just eaten the driest meal of my life.

oh my I miss the internet!!

So on Friday I journeyed to my dad’s house for his annual Bonfire Night bash (trust me, it’s an impressive event) which was hilarious and after countless cups of mulled wine (I was in charge of keeping it at the right temp ok it’s not my fault) I decided that it would be a good time to drive to my mum’s new house. I managed to excavate my car from a driveway full of them with only one torn off side bumper.. don’t drink and drive kids. not cool.

Well I scared my mum half to death with knocking on the door at midnight, she’s got this tiny little cottage full of boxes but it’s actually really cute and I got to cuddle my cat and she cooks some great food and we met the lokes in the pub which is just two doors down. No internet yet and the sky wasn’t working and the tv in the living room wasn’t working at all until this morning. Been feeling so disconnected.

The Grand Prix today was incredible, like everything that could have happened did happen, but my team didn’t come out on top. I suppose it was to Vettel fans as Canada 2011 was to me.

Back in Londres now and supposedly I’m going to Kew Gardens tomorrow then on tues I’m having an open house. Live doesn’t stop being interesting.

I’m just cooking a whole roast chicken & trimmings for myself

because reasons

there was a small wormish animal in my breakfast yesterday and now I’m suspicious of all fruit