London

Well I started this blog at the insistence of a friend, so here goes.... I work at this new job. Most of my day entails me checking facebook, the stock market, planning my imaginary wedding, and pretending to be busy simultaneously.

So, my boyfriend John Belushi, mentions yesterday that he wants to go to London next year for a football game. (For the record, he is a football and soccer FANATIC. This stresses me out a lot due to the fact that I couldn't give a damn). I said that if I go all the way to London, I am not going to a football game. He acts like there is NOTHING to do in London, other than to go to this game. Men. London has architecture, museums, guards with furry hats that do not move, palaces, a QUEEN. Why would I want to forfeit all of that to go sit in the cold with a bunch of drunks with their bad teeth and fume? Men....