I’ve decided that there are two types of people in London. Type one: extremely polite, smiley, helpful, cheerful, selfless, and considerate. I strive to be like them. Type two: rude, arrogant, careless, pretentious, narcissistic, and mean. You pretty much get one or the other. Most people here I love. Love. Love. Love. But MAN some people…

Moving on. The highlight of my day may seem pathetic to most, but I think it’s hilarious. I’m a big fan of Chelsea Handler (comedian), and right now I’m reading one of her autobiographies. It may not be the most intellectually stimulating read, but it is hilarious. As I was reading on the tube on my way home from work, I stumbled across a part of the book that actually made me laugh out loud (yes, everyone stared). Here it is:

“He told me he was in a white Jeep Cherokee and I told him I’d follow him. I was driving a Toyota Echo at this point, which is a very silly car. It’s so little you don’t even have to put it in reverse; you just pick it up and turn it around.”

So there you go. Chelsea Handler used to drive a Toyota Echo, just like me. This makes me happy. For now on, when anyone laughs at how ridiculously tiny my car is, I won’t care, because Chelsea Handler drove one too.

Another high point of my day was my lunch. I had my first nutritious meal since I’ve been in London: a chicken breast, broccoli, and a potato. Thank you, L’Oreal, for the free healthy lunches. Much appreciated. This may seem silly, but Jessica and I have had some serious problems with the food we bought when we went grocery shopping. After two days, our bread was molding, our turkey smelled so bad I actually vomited (sorry for the details), we bought frozen pizza because it was cheap, and then realized that we didn’t have an oven when we got home, and last but not least, our wine spoiled. Now, this is not my fault. After grocery shopping with Nancy Mueller for all these years, I have learned: never buy something without looking at the expiration date. Our refrigerator was not turned up high enough and I think our apartment is too hot for bread to stay fresh for long. I’ve been living off of noodles. But our pasta sauce is iffy too, so just plain noodles. No salt, no butter, just noodles. (And Subway, which is conveniently located on my walk home from work).

Well, it’s about a half hour until my bedtime, 9:30 p.m. I never thought this day would come. So, I’m going to go wash my face with my new 35 pound bottle of face wash that L’Oreal gave me for free. By 35 pounds, I mean currency, not weight. I just can’t find the pound symbol on my keyboard…

Goodnight!

P.S. I booked train tickets for Amsterdam this weekend. SO. EXCITED.