ladies and gentlemen, i have affirmed that jet-lag does, in fact, exist. i was sort of under the impression that it was one of those myths like S.A.D and ADD, but lo and behold, it's real. godmotherfuckingdammit. so even though i took like 6 xanax on the plane i'm tired as fuck today and it's only 6:30 pm here in ye olde londontown and marion and i are about to hit the proverbial sack.
marion and i were tragically separated on our 747 today.
text from kengo read: "i'll give you a pony if you yell 'WHO FARTED' loud enough for her to hear." (i didn't)
<---this is marion outside some fancy shmancy glasses store wearing her hand-glasses.
it's still light out. thank god virgin atlantic provided us with nifty eyepatches to block out light.
ALSO--- DID YOU KNOW WHEN YOU FLY TO EUROPE YOU FLY OVER ICE?????? YEAH, AND A BIG PINK SUN. ALSO ON THE PLANE I WATCHED HALF OF "THE LOVELY BONES" AND I WEPT SO HARD FOR SO LONG THAT THE NICE ENGLISH BLOKE SITTING NEXT TO ME OFFERED ME HIS GODDAMN HANDKERCHIEF.
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