I had a late monday morning so I hit Paula’s Cafe on Hoxton St for those sweet sweet 50 pence cuppas and breakfast with a book. The snow is still all over Hackney and the heel blew out on my Vans :-cccc but I was at the Vice HQ before work and they hooked me up with these Nike Air Jordan Flight things, dry socks for joey! Needless to say i feel totally ~baller~ as shit for the first time in a while. I even have those airbag things in the heel!! worked out peachy as 50p tea is about all i’m financing for. I made some important phone callz and found a full 20 deck of blue camels on the floor -1. Thanks london! I had some flashbacks to Saturday night when a girl told me she liked me on the dancefloor, to which I replied “thanks” (for lack of a better idea) and then she said “fuck you” and got all angry. I told her I had a crush on my friend Calvin (not all lies tbh) but that didn’t work either and I just ended up coming out of it a liar. I will never understand anyone.
Anyway, Peas ☮ut!