this morning before taking the bus i went to a photo booth to take pictures for my IELTS application. something’s wrong with me and photo booth pictures. they just don’t work for me. i look like shit. i think i look fairly good, i’m not a kate moss but i’m not ugly! according to those god damn photo booths pictures i am.

i mean i don’t look like that

then i took a look at my passport. fuck! i look exactly the same. but with darker hair. maybe i do look like that? shit.

i’m gonna do the test on regent street. hahahahaha. regent street and i have a bad history. the fcuk shop i used to work at is on regent street. we didn’t get along too well so to speak.

anyway. i sent the application off and went on the bus, only to find out that i had managed to get the seat next to three fat hobby nazis who all quit school when they were about 16. all they’re talking about is hitler (the oldest one has actually got 88 tattooed, 88 for HH for heil hitler), how they love to beat the crap ut of immigrants and how sweden would be a much better place without them immigrants. eventually i turned to them and said “sorry but you guys seem to be huge fans of hitler. you do realise that he only wanted slim, fit and well educated people in the third reich? neither of you are any of that.”. silence. i hate stupid people who think they’re smart when they in fact don’t know shit from shit, bet they don’t even know what the third reich was. pissing me right off!

the vest is probably the most amazing thing i’ve seen when it comes to clothing since i moved from london. straight from anna’s mum’s wardrobe - which is where we find most of our clothes these days.

another three hours on the bus until i get to norway. my laptop battery runs out in 27 minutes. fucking great.