London London London and its punctuality…I have been conducting a series of interviews with White British Women (what is White anyway? is it the absence of melanine? maaannnn deja vu Enoch help me out) and I can say none of them have been late, on the contrary they get here one hour to fifteen minutes earlier, one hour afraid of being late, one beautiful little lady got here a day early to confirm our appointment, no further comments. Have you ever heard about latinos and time? We are ruled by a whole different concept of time and that is killing me.

Good thing is that beer is available anywhere, anytime, sometimes way too available haha. I am starting to feeling better, those proteins a kicking in. London weather widely commented has been amazing, sometimes I am wondering if am I really here.

I am oscillating between the three stages of cultural shock 1) the honeymoon, 2) everything is awful I wanna go home and 3) resignation I’ll be ok. I still love London, but certainly I have gotten used to the junior executives with half Mohawks, the pink ties, the high and pointy shoes and blue eyes everywhere. That is kind of sad that one’s get used to everything but not watching Project Runway.
Sometimes I feel like in the Babel Tower, everybody speaking something different…so lost in the immensity of this city. I am drinking every single day and hopefully my tolerance would be up…We need…we have to recreate that 21st B´day and I need a picture of your big hair. Actually I need a picture of everyone’s hair, hey dear are you still red? I have met some redheads here, even a ginger one… wow. I know that red highlights are in, I miss my pink, well fuchsia highlights, we need to make a party when I go back, we would kick out the new residents of my place, because is OUR place, how dare somebody to live there, we would make t-shirts and dye our hair and let Thea drive…
I am lighten up…thanks Shiva…
ohhh noooo my imaginary mexican girlfriend has a girlfriend, Damn!!! a super tall Scandinavian look alike Claudia Schiffer...but I still think I might have a chance hahahaha wet dreams these are only wet dreams...

Good thing is that beer is available anywhere, anytime, sometimes way too available haha. I am starting to feeling better, those proteins a kicking in. London weather widely commented has been amazing, sometimes I am wondering if am I really here.

I am oscillating between the three stages of cultural shock 1) the honeymoon, 2) everything is awful I wanna go home and 3) resignation I’ll be ok. I still love London, but certainly I have gotten used to the junior executives with half Mohawks, the pink ties, the high and pointy shoes and blue eyes everywhere. That is kind of sad that one’s get used to everything but not watching Project Runway.

I am lighten up…thanks Shiva…

ohhh noooo my imaginary mexican girlfriend has a girlfriend, Damn!!! a super tall Scandinavian look alike Claudia Schiffer...but I still think I might have a chance hahahaha wet dreams these are only wet dreams...
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