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“my mouth is on fire” and other food adventures

So Jack came from DC to visit with me for the weekend and as a result, I have a whole slew of restaurant/food stand reviews to get out. Once I finish writing my papers you can count on my worthless opinions regarding The Breakfast Club, Taste of Siam, Camden Bar and Kitchen, KING OF FALAFEL, and maybe a few others because yum. 

Also I swear I’ll start blogging about London and shit soon. I swear it. 

Literally the only reason I chose to go to Paris last week. That and cheap wine. 

(Source: wavesofnausea, via crispyfuller)

I Believe in Sherlock Holmes

Today I went to the Old Bailey to observe the proceedings of a trial and I wore a Sherlock Holmes cameo pin on my lapel. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t looking to start shit. 

seloftheearth:

So The Mixx Chic (click for her blog!) has put up her “Easy Beach Makeup” video up! That girl has some serious skills when it comes to creating looks that make me look purty. And yes, the makeup model is me! That is my face! And she is my sister! 

Also follow her on twitter @themixxchic

edit:// my face on the first video still is so embarrassing. oh god. oh no. oh, the things I don’t delete for my sister. 

Yep, I’m in an exchange program.

My friend, upon my asking what she was up to tonight:

“I think I’m going to go party with the Australians who live in the basement.” 

Overheard in Gordon Square OR England In A Nutshell

I’m not THAT mean! Well, okay, I am. But I’m far too civil to actually say anything.

His American descendants are full of known and respected ballers.

— Wikipedia, on Richard Lovelace

(Source: Wikipedia)

mentalalchemy:

siddharthasmama:

lykuh:

>my face when Americans call chips “french fries”
>my face when Americans call crisps “chips”
>my face when Americans call lifts “elevators”
>my face when Americans call chocolate globbernaughts “candy bars”
>my face when Americans call merry fizzlebombs “fireworks”
>my face when Americans call wunderbahboxes a “computer”
>my face when Americans call meat water “gravy”
>my face when Americans call electro-rope “power cables”
>my face when Americans call beef wellington ensemble with lettuce a “burger”
>my face when Americans call whimsy flimsy mark and scribblies “pens”
>my face when Americans call twisting plankhandles “doorknobs”
>my face when Americans call breaddystack a “sandwich”
>my face when Americans call their hoghity toghity tippy typers “keyboards”
>my face when Americans call nutty-gum and fruit spleggings “PB&J”
>my face when Americans call an upsy stairsy an “escalator”
>my face when Americans call a knittedy wittedy sheepity sleepity a “sweater”
>my face when Americans call a rickity-pop a “gear shift”
>my face when Americans call a choco chip bucky wicky a “cookie”
>my face when Americans call peepee friction pleasure “sex”
>my face when Americans call a pip pip gollywock a “screwdriver”
>my face when Americans call a rooty tooty point-n-shooty a “gun” 
>my face when Americans call ceiling-bright a “lightbulb”
>my face when Americans call blimpy bounce bounce a “ball”
>my face when Americans call a slippery dippery long reppy a “snake”
>my face when Americans call cobble-stone-clippity-clops “roads”

#dead

bahahahah

lmfaao- laughing my fine, american ass off

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Playing a ukulele when I haven’t seen the sun in days seems odd to me.

“Nobody plays the ukulele in London

and nobody smiles when they walk down the street

I want to take the underground to somewhere I will not be found

and hide away for months or days or weeks…”

RECKLESS!

iamjonwalker-jonwalkerisme:

ohio-is4-lovers:

These are not chips.

They are crisps.

These are chips.

That is all.

we don’t care

SORRY I’M NOT SORRY.

(Source: onelifelefttolivetoforgive, via finlidan)