The first thing I saw when I walked out of Heathrow airport last week was a cute British black cab.
I turned to the guy next to me, also a ND student but a complete stranger.
"Ooh look!" I squealed in my most hyper just-spent-all-night-awake-on-a-plane voice. "Look at that cute British taxi!"
And without missing a beat, I, along with my two suitcases, my backpack, and purse walked right into a fence.
I'm blaming that ditzy moment on my sleep deprivation from the flight. Because I would normally never act ditzy. Right?
*tap tap* Is this thing on?
Love, The Book Girl
I turned to the guy next to me, also a ND student but a complete stranger.
"Ooh look!" I squealed in my most hyper just-spent-all-night-awake-on-a-plane voice. "Look at that cute British taxi!"
And without missing a beat, I, along with my two suitcases, my backpack, and purse walked right into a fence.
I'm blaming that ditzy moment on my sleep deprivation from the flight. Because I would normally never act ditzy. Right?
*tap tap* Is this thing on?
Love, The Book Girl
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