Moneybus!

So last night was vaguely horrible. Whatever, the whole point of my blog is to amuse, not to depress, so I will not go into details of my shitty life.

'Was up 'till 4 getting screamed at by my mother, so I only awoke at 3. My mother insisted on going to lunch with me (I would've rather have thrown myself into a vat of boiling lava, naked - but my mother doesn't allow me these choices) to Bread and Breakfast. Let me tell you, there is nothing I hate more than overprice breakfasts (glorified egg on toast). Just because they cost two hundred dollars doesn't mean they taste better. It also doesn't make your dining companion any nicer... ho hum.

After this particularly excruciating ordeal, I headed down to central to go buy some tights, a book and possibly a phone. I actually managed one of these three things so I was actually quite pleased with myself. After scrounging around in World Wide House - that place scares the shit out of me, I never know how to get out :S - for a phone (to no avail), I headed to IFC roof for a cigarette - something about shopping makes me crave fresh air - and a glass of wine at Red- again, shopping makes me thirsty. While sitting outside Red looking disgruntled I saw a bunch of twelve year old whores (I hate these almost as much as I hate over-priced breakfasts) and their male counterparts. They kept on looking at me and I felt like punching them in the face, but I already have a criminal record for grevious bodily harm...

I couldn't find the book I wanted anywhere, so I headed back home and got ready for dinner with my father at the Cricket Club. 'Had some mediocre food and even more mediocre conversation, and headed home to write this.

Oh! And the reason for the title is that today I called a minibus a moneybus, I am such a jew.

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