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ponedjeljak, 03.08.2009.

Oh How I Love All The Complicated Things Of Life

I did something unspeakably naughty and delicious in terms of gossip today. But I can't tell you what; it's just too good and also terribly embarrassing.So instead I'll tell you what else I did today:I went to the British Museum in London today with my parental and three of the kids she looks after to help entertain them during the summer holidays - I'm such a good and pleasant child. It was absolutely pissing down with rain and we were on the bus there for ages and I had to stand for most of it. It was one of those stupid bendy buses, and I was stood on the bendy bit, holding the bars of the non-bendy part of the bus, so it was almost like skiing!When we get there I ditch my Mother and the kids to go to the museum on their own for a bit whilst I went to Soho Street.I thought I'd do a bit of business, see if any business men during their lunch break fancied a bit of fanny, so I stood there with my umbrella up and my ass hanging out of my jeans, prancing up and down Soho Square. But not one punter did I draw up from the quagmire.Okay... So I didn't try to sell my body. Instead I did the rather predictable and boring activity of going to the Temple on Soho Street to see the deities there. So I did, and when I went to leave I bumped into the Temple's vice president, Jaya-Nitai. Saying he's a bit arrogant is an understatement, last time I met him we talked about Plato and because he couldn't understand the theory of forms which is not difficult to grasp at all, especially when your religion contains a lot of it - He totally poo-pooped it and went "Some Philosopher" in a jarring American accent. Anyway... He recognized me and said hello and asked me to remind him of his name, and I told him it was Niladri Dasa and he asked how that happened and I told him very quickly about Holland and then made my excuses to leave. I then met my dear parental inside the museum, by the Elgen Marble or whoever his name was who stole them from Athens. I've been to the museum so many times I now find it all quite boring. We didn't stay very long - Good old Mum, trust her to be well cultured.We then went to Pizza hut and afterwards I went into HMV where there was a big sale on. I brought three CD's: Morrissey - Beethoven Was Deaf, and The Clash - Combat Rock & Give'em Enough Rope. They came to a grand total of 13, which is about what one CD costs, so a great deal there.Yesterday I brought a new bag. It's a converse satchel type one, made by the same people who make the punk rock skater type shoes - All Stars. I like it; it's handy and a little fruity. I also tried to buy a new CD Walkman player because I managed to break my current one in Holland. I had no luck finding the right one, but tomorrow I'm going to try again. I saw the perfect one, but it's very expensive.But I have money to burn right now, so it's all just grand.I also have Prozac - Finally! My moon swings were getting really bad without it. So there we have it, life is grand and heavily medicated. Joy to everyone!

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