First of all
- I listen to Whitney Houston when I run in hyde park. It's pretty standard.
- I got hit on in a TESCO metro by a man who was very difficult to understand. But I know he was hitting on me. Oh the universal language of flirt.
- My bunk mate MET my soul mate.... aka Chelsea met Gavin Creel. I want to cry and punch her and then hug her. Some of his essence might rub off on me.
I am in love with London. I don't want to come back ever.
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