in 9 hours i will be in an airport i hate, but in the city i love and in your arms... and i'll be able to push back all of the sad, silly thoughts i've had in the last few days... and just be with you...
i think i've mastered the art of packing suitcases that are exactly 15 kgs. ryanair, you suck! bwahahah.
i'm such a girl sometimes. this morning i woke up at 6 (despite the fact that my alarm wasn't going off until 8.30) and couldn't fall asleep again. i'm too nervous. lol.
i've bought a pair of kickers, the classic ones, and they're really fucking nice, but they also really fucking hurt - is that normal?
i am so random at 9 o'clock in the morning.
see you from london. :P