I went shopping today (yerrr I know, I'm a ridiculous human being) but listen to some of my finds: a cover for my iPhone that is
actually a spare battery, you just push the "on" button as your normal one is about to run out and voila, you have a full battery again (can you even BELIEVE how cool that is?!) and then, I bought the sexiest perfume there ever was on the planet, it even drives
me a little crazy, and... I bought some boobs. Well, I bought this bra, this MAGIC bra that makes me look like I've had a boob job, what a win. I was so excited I went to show Franco (??) and he got all pissed off and embarrassed and mumbled something about not being a girl, baha, what a big baby (totally IS a girl). And maybe I bought some underwear just because it came in the most adorable little material penguin case, or maybe I didn't, shuddup.
Oh, there's bad news. Basically when I get off the plane on Sunday night I have to go straight into the galley and cook dinner for the guests, they arrive on Sunday morning, I'm SO pleased. Meh.
But, who cares, I'm going to my friend's wedding in London and THAT is awesome. They are UNawesome, sucks to be THEM.
