Today I went to Brick Lane and got cornered by (/walked up to) someone dancing in a cow costume and then went to the 35th birthday party of a certain v. important ice cream company and spent hours tweeting musical cow puns for free desserts and then met some 30-something year olds who bought us expensive beer and then we talked about you and

HELLO. You know lots of great things. Enjoy our beautiful British accents.

Student radio, dudes. Student.

Think next year I’m going to stop having a boyfriend and start doing drugs instead.

I have been on a train for seven hours and I’m getting to that point where I feel so eerily calm that I know I’m going to snap soon and just start screaming because people would be freaked out and that would break the monotony.