one day

Often I find myself aimlessly staring at the empty tube tracks reasonably content with my selection of musique in my ears. At the moment I am all about Wild Nothing and These United States, I suggest you also try these fancy delicate jeans on. You can thank me later... in vanilla cupcakes with strawberry cream cheese frosting if you wish.

Im usually somewhere central along the platform and the train will begin to pull in and I will subconsciously but very carefully analyse the contents of each carriage. Fat homeless man kissing his dog, no thanks. Young ghetto school girls with super short skirts talking way loud, no thanks. Ill fitting power suits with too much hair product, no thanks- you would ruin my pillowcases. And ever so rarely. Ever so occasionally: I will spy a super cute boy worth my quickest footsteps. My heart in coordination with my eyesight will alert the rest of my body to get energised because we are about to secretly sprint (a very difficult task in itself) to chase down that gifted carriage.

I must be quick because I never fail to get on the cute boy carriage and one day I will be rewarded.

One day, the spotted cute boy will

a. be as cute as what I spied AND will talk to me. (can you have an eastern European accent?)

or equally as rewarding

b. not be as cute as I spied and will not talk to me. (I dont want to discuss football, mainly because you're ugly)

Ok thats all for now. Actually just one more tid bit. Apparently every glass of water you drink in London has been recycled up to 22 times. gross huh?!