Hello Fashionators!
I am writing my first post on the go, and I'm afraid I may have made a dire mistake. I'm on a train that's packed like sardines- much unlike the one I took home last night, but it wasn't peak hours. Note to self: don't take the tube at 5:45pm. You will inevitably have your rump in someone's personal space. And I have a bit too much rump to be victimizing the kind citizens of London to that.
In the words of Destiny's Child: I don't think you're ready for this jelly.
While on the topic of train tragedies, I was in a terrible accident before hopping the tube this morning: I broke a nail. Actually, I ripped off a chunk of my nail. I have always planned on a career in hand modeling as a back-up if the fashion industry doesn't work out. I am sad to say that I think I ended my chances of handmodeling today. I was apparently over zealous about by Oyster card, and jammed my nail. Lucky for me, I'm a clever hand model and had my travel manicure set with me.
Before traveling to London, I has inpeccably shaped nails. It's getting rough out here.
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Onto my most recent train tragedy: I just got off at Zone 3 because I realized I was taking the Picadilly line in the wrong direction. Brilliant. I guess I really shouldn't blog until I've gotten on the proper train. That also explains why the last train was so crowded- it was going into the suburbs! At least I have a seat now, and I'm not all up in someone's face. The pathetic part is that I went three stops before I realized I was on the wrong train.
I don't always travel around London, but when I do, it's on the underground and I'm lost.
xo
BJordan
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