everyone's fucking my princess

started the day with a nice little walk from st pauls down to charing cross, past the media creme de la creme on fleet street and the students making their way through the lunch rush. went to london bridge and decided against overpriced bagels. took the tube to waterloo. walked around the imax trying to figure out who on earth would have the means to rent it. walked down stamford street, had an interview that seemed more like a speed date, smiled and walked back. sat alone on the underground train opposite a lovely young man with grey jeans and red doc martens. tried not to look, but did when i thought he wasn't looking my way. might have blushed a bit when our eyes met and rushed off at swiss cottage. bought k cider for 1.19 each. smoked on the balcony and cooked tikka masala. laughed at her wringing and complaining about the dinner being too hot. drinking red wine now and will probably go for a smoke in a bit. dance the night away at barfly with adam green's djing somewhere in the back of the head. i think i'm in love with my life.