good girls go to heaven, bad girls go to London!
EVERIBODIIIIIIEEEEE! As you can see my English has improved impressively since my stay of 5 days but would be four. Clear that the fifth day was spent at the airport so do not count. LONDON
is milk. in every way imaginable and unimaginable. The museums are beautiful, handsome and educated children ... and even celebrities are nice. And if it is added that I have with people is definitely nice ostia geek and not shut up when they send me digress to three hundred words per minute ... what else could you want.
Well, I must admit that this has been one of the best jumpers in history for me, almost insuperable (always leave room for improvement) but lost out because the return flight and I had to buy another ticket to me came very expensive and I could not sleep at all in about ten hours. Although it is increasingly alleviated recalling that the previous day had seen Russell Crowe, Rob Lowe (of good shit like this man, apart from being a encata) and Anthony Stewart Head, who wins the truth as natural. Besides being a haven of homrbre, I must admit that the TV and the photos do not do anything justice. But nothing. It is not the David of Michelangelo as is Rob Lowe, but it is sooo attractive and looks younger naturally. The only thing that does not change esque is huge (and it sounded very perverted to me) I mean that it is high. And simaptiquisimo and sweet and polite and with a super sexy voice that made me tremble the knees. Thanks to Cuits was the great forerunner, up to ask me to sign an autograph and take a picture, gave him two kisses! and because I corte de la impresion sino le achuchaba como a un osito de peluche...aish!
En fin, que no puedo sentirme super feliz hoy recordando todo lo que he pasado en londres estos cuatro dias (y medio).
Y eso es en gran parte a todos los madrileños majisimos que nos acompañaron y que me comeria a besos (sobretodo a Bea por la foto de Anthony...para tu casa se dirige una cesta de frutas enormeeeee) y a Paki por aguantarme esas insufribles 12 horas en el aeropuerto de Luton donde no desearia ni a mi pero enemigo que se quedara alli atrapado.
En fin, que soy veri japi.
Lots of quises!
ECA
