Met the American on Monday. You know, I mentioned her once... the Treehouse girl from Finsbury Park! We've been meeting up for coffees and pints a few times, which is nice. She has crazy stories to tell, cause she's been around quite a bit, despite her young age, and also she knows everything about fake IDs (could do with one now, thinking about it), softball and fast food restaurants. Has introduced me to the wonders of Nando's and Chipotle, like a proper Oklahoman girl! I love clichees.
Apart from that not much has happened, but I thought I'd give you an update anyhow.
I saw the laundrette man yesterday. I walked past his shop and he waved coyly. He won't be part of this blog anymore, you see, just before christmas Loreena MacKennit bought a washing machine. It is very sad and I miss him dearly, but not enough to pay 4 quid and wash my own laundry at his, just for a rant about the weather and 20 minutes of Coronation street on the tiny telly behind his counter.
Someone else I - hopefully - won't have to write about anymore this year is Denva. He seems to have given up on stalking me, so there's good news!
Today I am off work and I have lots of plans that involve banks, police stations and Chinese noodles. So I better get going. *loads gun and puts on mask* Toodles!
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