Friday, December 4, 2009
Could Have Been Worse
So my day today could have been my brother's day. His day was whore-end-dous. He woke up late for work. Got into the shower and fell over in it, seriously bruising his man-boobs and his pride. While trotting to work (in agony) he got caught in a deluge of rain that only London can produce. Drenched and sore he bumped into a very attractive photographer whom brother has had his eye on for a while but is always too shy to talk to, attractive photographer then told brother he had "some breakfast on his chin."
Awesome. As is this book about tribal fashion. It's fab.