Wednesday, 5 November 2008


I'm sitting in Tierra Brindisa salivating over the prospect of razor clams totally exhausted, cried three times today and if I had the energy it would have been more. Anticipation of things good and bad, waiting, the horrid girl hormones you experience after banging someone and coming back down from euphoria with a thud, wondering if you can tell secrets any more, the angst assoviated with wondering why and the stress trying to pretend you don't care.

So far I can report the tortilla is a banger and the beetroot and blue cheese awesome. Fuck clams are here. Next level. GTG.

And Mrs Kipling I MISS YOU A LOT



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