Yesterday I spend my day pouring water into glasses.
The easy earned money was easy spent on Westfields later on.
Today I will carry boxes. All day.
Ah, you gotta love productive days like these in London-town.
Why would I EVER go back to sweden?
My point exactly.
I swear to buddha you can see my cellulites in these friggin shorts I have to wear.
This is the closest I will ever get being a Hooter girl.
I wish I was latina. Juicy booties is part of the package, a must. Like roof on a house, such a ripoff if its not there.
I am not latina.
Im just a white ass with a love for cheese.