A bus drove by with a male crotch and Jade Goody

I'm sitting on the second floor of EasyInternetCafe, on Oxford Street. I'm feeling sick with the smell of Subway food, which is directly below me, and which fills this place up like evil vapours.

Yeah, it costs £1.80 for only an hour on the internet. The things I'll do to get my Livejournal fix.


I'd like to dispel some rumours:

I Am Not Quitting Livejournal!
I Haven't Flown to Brazil Yet!
I Do Have Access to a Computer in Brazil!

There, you can now put away your razors and shelve your plans of jumping off the nearest bridge.

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I'm doing my last minute shopping today, and paying a visit to the bank. I leave tomorrow at 10pm, but I don't want to leave anything to chance.

Thank you for all your good-luck wishes...I hate flying, so I'll need every tiny bit of faith that pours out of you.

Thank you Whoever-is-in-Charge-Up-There-on-the-Fluffy-Clouds for the wonderful weekend, the goodbye parties that landed money, champagne, chocolate cake and an ugly shirt on my hands; the get-togethers last night for more drinking; the coming together of my new apartment and its transformation into a lovely place to live in.

Now I'm off to read your journals. Next time I update, I'll be in Brazil.