Sick. And this might get racist....

Uhhh...no, I'm not talking about the sick things in London. The sick B.O. smell that permeates everywhere, the sickness of not using the blessed thing called "ice" or the way people bump into you like you don't exist. I'm fucking sick. I believe it's from making out with the Russian/Polack. I should have learned my lesson when I got very sick from another person I made out with. Last time I got sick, it was with mono. I hooked up with a carrier, he never had it, but he carried it like goddamn carrier pigeon, like fucking Hedwig would've carried a parchment to Harry P. That shit put me out of work for 2.5 weeks and I wanted to kill myself. Only because I couldn't smoke or drink, otherwise I love skipping work, I'm all for it. So now, since I don't have my mom, or anyone else, to take care of me while I'm sick, I've got my trusty, steadfast Strongbow to get me through the tough times, the sick times, all the time. It is always there to comfort me.

On to a day-to-day subject now, I walk my 2 dogs everyday. Around the same, long, up hill block. Well, they've been doing construction on the Victorian sewage drains, whateves. There are tons of construction workers outside of my flat everyday and everyday I walk my dogs. And can I say, I've never been more happy to have 2 dogs. These construction workers are gorgeous. Yesterday, one muttered, quite loudly something in Cockney, which of course, is a foreign language, but I gathered it was something referring to my ass. Or that could just be because I'm really sensitive and self-conscience about my derriere. But unlike in America, where most construction workers are Mexican, yelling at you in God knows what language, well I guess that would be Spanish, but that's neither here nor there, but you know it's something lewd and sure as shit doesn't sound as good as the lovely British/Cockney accents that my fair London construction workers have. Oh, and some are Irish, because as they say, God stood on England, bent over and shat out Ireland....ahaha...man, that gets me every time! God shat out Ireland....nothing against Colin Firth, he's gorgeous, but I love how British people actually think that about Irish people, kind of like how Americans think that about Mexicans....woops, did I go too far there?! I'm just speaking the truth y'all....the honest truth.

So peace out, Shalom, Namaste and I'll catch you on the flip side, and NO, I still haven't found Ed....I'll keep my eyes peeled, man I hate that expression.