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I completely forgot about it until I saw my f-list. I'm so disconnected from the holidays over here. De pura chiripada (shoddy translation: out of pure coincidence), I bought a turkey sandwich before getting back. It had stuffing and cranberry sauce. Totally unplanned.
I went down to Regent Street today. Why do I insist on going shopping while in the midst of nearly uncontrollable coughing? I must be insane. Speaking of insane, I also have the unfortunate habit of not buying a shirt I like so I must obsess over it for days afterwards. Okay, this shirt wasn't that great. The one I really wanted was the one they didn't have in my size even though I saw it a month ago, only I didn't bother trying it on then. I ended up getting the Tube back because I was so tired. Must stop pushing legs when they can't take it anymore. My only purchase of the day: sugar free Halls with lovely artificial cherry flavoring. Oh yeah.
I keep forgetting to say something. Oh, right. I've decided that despite charging 35-40 pounds for a single shirt, the Topshop isn't really expensive considering that they have fabulous looking clothes. I found it on a list of bargain shops in London and scoffed. How naive I was. I forgot that this is London, home of some of the finest designer shops in the world, where they feel free to charge you 90 pounds for a slinky top that covers almost nothing without shame. I made the mistake of going into one of these shops today, took a look at two of the price tags, casually placed the shirt back on the rack and slipped out of there pretending like the reason I was leaving after having been inside for only thirty seconds was because I had a cough attack and not because I'm poor and that shirt is worth my food budget for three weeks. Or is that four weeks? Worse!
I took a picture at some of the decorations. I meant to do the same with Oxford Street, but my legs couldn't take it anymore, so I'll have to do those later. Apparently, Spiderman decided to do the decorations this year
or so a group of us decided when we went to the pub and first saw these. Either that or they're nets to catch people comitting suicide, though they're a little too far away from the buildings for that.
I also saw this store, which I'd never heard of before and has a rather amusing name. I don't know whether it's on purpose or not, but since I have that thing where I switch around letters without noticing, I can't help but interpret it that way.
I went down to Regent Street today. Why do I insist on going shopping while in the midst of nearly uncontrollable coughing? I must be insane. Speaking of insane, I also have the unfortunate habit of not buying a shirt I like so I must obsess over it for days afterwards. Okay, this shirt wasn't that great. The one I really wanted was the one they didn't have in my size even though I saw it a month ago, only I didn't bother trying it on then. I ended up getting the Tube back because I was so tired. Must stop pushing legs when they can't take it anymore. My only purchase of the day: sugar free Halls with lovely artificial cherry flavoring. Oh yeah.
I keep forgetting to say something. Oh, right. I've decided that despite charging 35-40 pounds for a single shirt, the Topshop isn't really expensive considering that they have fabulous looking clothes. I found it on a list of bargain shops in London and scoffed. How naive I was. I forgot that this is London, home of some of the finest designer shops in the world, where they feel free to charge you 90 pounds for a slinky top that covers almost nothing without shame. I made the mistake of going into one of these shops today, took a look at two of the price tags, casually placed the shirt back on the rack and slipped out of there pretending like the reason I was leaving after having been inside for only thirty seconds was because I had a cough attack and not because I'm poor and that shirt is worth my food budget for three weeks. Or is that four weeks? Worse!
I took a picture at some of the decorations. I meant to do the same with Oxford Street, but my legs couldn't take it anymore, so I'll have to do those later. Apparently, Spiderman decided to do the decorations this year
or so a group of us decided when we went to the pub and first saw these. Either that or they're nets to catch people comitting suicide, though they're a little too far away from the buildings for that.
I also saw this store, which I'd never heard of before and has a rather amusing name. I don't know whether it's on purpose or not, but since I have that thing where I switch around letters without noticing, I can't help but interpret it that way.
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You know what those decorations remind me off? The Racnoss in The Runaway Bride. That may not have been what people were going for, but seriously, maybe a little misguided there.
And I've seen the fcuk stuff before, and I'm pretty sure it's entirely intentional.
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I hadn't even thought of that. Am I going to have to watch out for alien spacecraft during the holidays? At least I won't be here Christmas Eve. That's when they always invade.
It has to be. Look at it. It's so sneaky in a completely overt fashion.
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Yeah, it's probably a good idea to stay out of London for Christmas. Although in doing so, you are losing your chance to be a one-off companion. So you should weigh your options.
According to the wikipedia entry (so, you know, tru fax for sure) it's an acronym for French Connection United Kingdom, and the company takes full advantage of the acronym to sell vulgar t-shirts.
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Damn. There go my fifteen minutes of fame (and my chance to snog the Doctor, who'd hopefully be in CE form).
Uh huh. Sure. This is one of those cases where they arrived at the full name after developing the acronym, right?
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Tsk-tsk. There also goes your chance to nobly sacrifice yourself for him. That usually comes with the snogging. But for Nine, I would do it.
Heh, I actually think not, but someone marketing genius probably figured it out quite quickly and was like, SCORE!
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Fine. But only if I get smex.
Why didn't I notice until now that I posted the pic on its side? I'm seriously out of it right now.
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Heh, who knows how that works? Timelords reproduce, sure, but...eh, who knows how?
*snort* Well, I noticed, but I figured that's just how you took it, to get the full shot.
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But I don't actually want any reproduction happening. Might he not have the right equipment? Oh noes.
Yeah, but I can fix it on the picture thingie. I think.
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*snort* To quote the great Catherine Tate, re: whether Donna would be interested in the Doctor, "Well, she knows he's an alien. He's got two hearts, who knows what else he might be doubled up for?"
You can probably do that, but then the link will change and you'll have to put it back in. Maybe.
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*stares* Well. Wouldn't that be... interesting? I'd never even considered that possibility.
Yeah, I could do that. Reload it on photobucket. Unless I click on the wrong button and screw everything up and then the computer will go into mass crisis and the world will devolve into chaos.
Yeah, that was the tired speaking. I tend to get into goofy moods.
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PUERTO RICO.
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