Not that long ago I made it known that I'm not a huge fan of restaurants and bars who sign their toilets in unclear signs. And yes, not knowing much about Mexico, I went in the boys toilet.
Apparently that one wasn't it.
So, I am totes going to San Francisco, that place that I've told people I wanted to go to, plotted getting to through the medium of Apple and done everything short of actually booking a flight to.
It turns out, all you need is a bit of cash burning a hole in your pocket, some red wine and Facebook chat. Zuckerberg has a lot to answer for.
I shall be mainly mooching round pretending I live there. In my bag I will have a Macbook Air, my proper camera, and a working knowledge of Silicon Valley. There's a chance I may never return to British soil.
Also, Bowerbirds
I hate that I waste time being angry. I hate that there are some days when I know I'm being mean to people who have just been trying to make conversation with me, that I give people dirty stares as I pass them on the street, that I'll walk down the road with sunglasses on to avoid having to look people in the eye and that there's nothing to do but wait it out (and perhaps have a glass of red wine - that's a whole other post).
Seriously, walking to the supermarket this afternoon I had a 5 minute rant in my head about how unfair it was that women had to wear bras. I'm mean, ffs. I had a bit of under-wiring sticking in my ribs and all of a sudden it took the brunt of all that I found wrong with the world. Or perhaps there is an argument for the root of all evil being distilled into ill fitting brassieres? It's certainly an unexplored avenue.
Nothing brought this on except some weird chemical imbalance in my body, and it was done and dusted within 12 hours (or at least the end is in sight i.e. I'm lying in bed). But really, it's like I never grew out of pre-school temper tantrums.
In other news, I've got 50% of what I said I needed as a house deposit saved. So that's marvellous. Of course, that's also the amount of money that I said I'd need to go travelling round the world for a year. something I've toyed with for... oooh, eight years now. I had a quick look on STA Travel, and I could do Russia, Japan, Sri Lanka, Australia, New Zealand, South America and the southern states of the US for £1600 flight costs. Or, I could buy a house in an insecure housing market, after paying some ridiculous mortgage amount because I'm a single female, tying myself in to 25 years worth of repayments.
This is obviously a direct result of seeing Char and Paul at the weekend, who spent their house deposit at the eleventh hour on a round the world trip, and have come back saying it's the best thing they ever did.
Verb: The act of meeting a stranger's eyes when you're walking down the street, and the mutual acknowledgement that you both *would*. Typically happens when it's sunny.
