the 'title' query is taunting me from above this post as we speak.
its as if the title of this specific post, not the blog itself, nor the catchy four word description below it [which i have gotten quite cozy with in the past seven or so minutes] will be steering this ship.
..there goes,i've typed it. kinder hippo it is,merely as punishment for caving in to the five-pack of those morsels of hazelnut heaven at the tesco express tonight. also,perhaps,because i just really enjoy them.
enough of that. on to me. i'm an american living in london,or an expat trying to pass off as a londoner by shopping at topshop and experimenting with hipster headgear,or--simply--i'm just trying not to be loud on the tube.
i've been with a group of us,and we're fucking awful. oh,those poor unfortunate souls on the underground.. the near-nudity and debauchery of halloween never helped our case.
alas! i'm an 'eclectic' mix of character traits--insert light bulb! moment here--and i've started this blog
well,for no apparent reason really.
that's not really true. in fact,it may be a gaggle of reasons. most importantly,however,i have recently attained my first "big girl" job in london. a ninetosix with a semi-exhausting commute,paid monthly [in pounds!], meetings,mass emails,dress-up clothes,powerpoints,i might as well be thirty and looking into my second mortgage and making sure little tina gets to soccer practice on time.
no,actually,i just look at blogs all day. i just don't want to be out of the loop. plus,i absolutely love my job. i could explain it,but just trust the equation:
22yearold girl in leggings and a shift dress + 10 or so male colleagues,all 10+ years older and tech-obsessed beyond belief = amusement. only for me,though. the comedy in the situations i find myself in loses its glory in the translation.
i say that,but i'll start trying to convey it by the third or fourth post most definitely.
also,i like writing. and i miss it. i used to write in "notebooks" when i was little--diaries,if you will. i would start them frequently,rarely--if ever--did i make it past the first few pages. my handwriting was weird. i take that back. why would i attempt for bubble letters for the title? i know i can't do bubble letters. oh shit,i wrote the wrong word and now that hideous crossout mark looks like a black ink disease on my once-lovely page. etc.
so i had a lot of diaries and very little substance. i was like ten though,i suppose,but this is my third blog attempt in six months.
[i hear this one's the charm.]
i should end this. but first! eclecticism. i love prada but wear primark. i love television more than i love reading [unabashedly!]. i do both quite frequently. i'm a hard-core [but aware] consumer and i'd assume my global footprint is up there on the above average side. my mood is determined [mostly] by my clothes but i could not give a shit about showering. i eat,on average,four to five tomatoes per day. i think my music is better than yours,but mostly i just care that you have something you consider 'your music'--none of that,oh i'll listen to pretty much anything bullshit. i love:my ipod touch,bret easton ellis,shoreditch,game shows,downers,coke zero,banksy[i know,spare me..],and perezhilton. among other things. obviously.
god i hope i do it this time..
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