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Rock on London

So far it's been a good trip! youtsk and I have a lot of fun just kind of hassling each other and walking around and he's patient while I harvest the phone booths for hooker cards (o so many o so wrong) and keep pausing to photograph whatever random weird little thing catches my attention.

The 'hotel' we've been staying in is pretty dank but not gross or filthy, just kind of bare-bones tiny room, but hey there's a sink in there. Oh that's because the shower and wc are down the hall. Uh duh. The view from the little window is not bad, though, and it's £cheap. It's really in a nice central location, as well and a block or two from the British Library in case you're in need of some book-larnin'.

Random urban exploration, man, it's the best. Yessuh.

I broke down and bought some tall stompystomp boots:

youtsk got some really swanky skateshoes from Swear as well, really cheap yo:

Not bad doc!

Yuh so... I'm kind of digging my vacation thing, the museuming starts tomorrow perhaps. t's friend is coming to London and so I get to have the whole tiny weird hotel room to myself while he runs off and lives it up in some luxuriant Hyde Park palace with like, rose-scented fingerbowls and kowtowing servants and all that. Hahaha. It's not like we're not going to go run around while his other friend's in town, we just won't be crammed in to the same tiny closet of a hotelroom yo.

    Random bits:
    On the first day here I found a really cool silver ring on the sidewalk on Euston road.
    Late last night, from the window in our hotel room, we watched a man have some sort of serious conniption fit in the street just opposite, throwing himself on the ground, flopping about, waving his arms around violently. I started out thinking "Whoa, drunkguy! yay!" and then tk and I discussed it, thinking maybe it was epilepsy, or maybe some kind of nutty drug psychosis. After observing this poor guy throwing himself about for several minutes, he then graduated to Delerium Tremens, and then he came to the conclusion that the guy had really extreme tourette's syndrome.
    Yesterday and Friday, the weather was completely summerlike and balmy and everyone was out everywhere going nuts. Today is much more britwegian, cold, drizzly, windy and grey. Yahooie!

    We're in this awful huge internet cafe called Easy Internet, pippilina calls it "Sleazy Everything", and it's unpleasant and we're hongry and stuff, so that'll end my fascinating tales of whatever for now.

    One last note: It's sad, really sad, how much I miss the internet when it's denied me.


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Apr. 6th, 2003 01:17 pm (UTC)
Apr. 7th, 2003 11:16 am (UTC)
I've been crushing London in those other Swear boots, believe you me! Boy Howdy! :D
Apr. 7th, 2003 11:35 am (UTC)
Good to hear it! I should've bought some stompystomp boots and crushed LA while I was there, I think it could use a good crushing.
Apr. 8th, 2003 12:48 am (UTC)
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yo hey those boots rock and the skate shooez too

wish aye were tha'r to hang out witchoo

hey i found out my kraut language course is gonna have a two week break starting next thursday so if/when u come here i will have all day to **DEVOTE** my services to u!

Apr. 9th, 2003 09:50 am (UTC)
Why do you hate me so?
You are so fired! You don't even talk about our marriage, nor the consummate coolness that is ME. ME. You totally didn't think I was going to buy the SWEAR shoes because you underestimate my hipness. I'm totally divorcing you.
Apr. 22nd, 2003 09:41 am (UTC)
Why you gotta play me like that?
Damn, Gina. You can't fire me because I QUIT!
Jul. 7th, 2005 05:27 pm (UTC)
Re: Why do you hate me so?
Boy we sure are lucky
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