screwed

well, so. soooo. my bank account has feelings and its crying.

had a tought day, i was quite happy hanging out on my own in the rainy london, finding my way around as certain tube lines were not running and all, but the amount of money i spent...:( and the rain had my paper bags breaking and i got tired and blah blah. finally, i was in Primark, fuckin tired, hadnt been drinking all day so i was super-dehydrated (we did some drinking yesterday) and all the bag-carrying... Primark is a hell on earth, more crowded than the tubes and longer queues than at Heathrow. standing at the end of the 200m queue... i was sweaty and my legs were starting to shake... serious. and i felt close to fainting. at the cashier my hand was shaking so bad i had trouble pushing my card into the chip n pin reader... a sign? "dont buy...dont buy..." yea okay, i couldve survived through this life without the things i got today... but i had to.... haaad to. got 3 pairs of shoes...im sort of ashamed. Marianne rolled her eyes at me looking at the pile i laid before our eyes. then she made a valid question; how are you going to carry those home?

yup. thats a tough one.

this tv program is fascinating...Nevermind the Buzzcocks. i thought i dont like comedy... but i quess i just like finnish comedy. Russel Brandt was amusing, and these british quiz shows give me a chuckle. unbelievable.

Marianne got an approval from me to get us tickets to the new Bond. i still havent processed the previous one, ive been delaying and postponing.... and now im stressed over how i will feel tomorrow and what then. its going to be confusing. but it is London and we are talkin Bond so i have to do this. HAVE TO.

i have had a lot of have to's late... is it me, or is it a coincidence.