hi just want to know wha u think ... dont want to put alot in but would like your views thanks x
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My feet and ankles are so swollen , Im all hot and sweaty . My face don’t even start me about my face . All my make-up is off and I have panda eyes , so much for waterproof mascara ?
I hate flying , well the flying part is ok . Its the way you feel and look when you land .I wish you didn't have to wait to get off the plane , you should land and be able to get off straight away . I mean you have already been sitting for eight hours getting the back of your chair kicked by some bratty kid who just want give up , but no, instead I have to wait and as if the kid wasn't bad enough , the man sitting next to me is sweating more than me . Oh I just want off. Im now looking like a giraffe with a broken neck while im standing under the overhead baggage compartments waiting on the ding dong of the door being opened , why did I choose the window seat again ?.I bet Demi Moore doesn't have to wait on the captain saying its time to get off , no of course not , she probably has a private jet , doesn't she ?
So here I am finally off the plane standing in the toilets of JFK airport , looking at myself. I have my favourite top on that I bought back home out of Topshop ( on sale too , it was a bargain at £15 , just had to get it I told myself at the time . I mean you can't pass up on a top at £15 on sale ).My Jane Norman jeans, stonewash , I love them .They are my old realiablies , you know the jeans you buy and wear that many times that your ass inprints in them !. Ok I’ve not wore them that many times but I have worn them quite a few times. So I take my make-up out my handbag , which is so big that the girl at check in at Heathrow asked if it was my luggage .
You know what I love a massive handbag , not only do they look great but you can fit just about your whole life in them. I have everything in mine from my make-up bag to safety pins. Anyway after my make-up has been fixed I head to that bit in the airport where your cases go round in a circle for about twenty minutes before you realise the first one out was yours. Oh yeah luggage claim , that’s what it's called.
I’m standing with my big trolley waiting on my luggage thinking to myself mine will be the last one out because that’s my kind of luck , when hey to my delight mine is first out, maybe my luck is going to change here in New York .Thirty minutes later and im still waiting with my first case , feet killing me because i decided to wear my absolutely gorgeous Marc Jacobs heels over my comfy trainers. Why did I decide to wear them again ? Oh yes because im moving to New York to do my dream job as a stylist to the rich and famous. Im so excited. Just as I start to day dream about all the celebs im going to meet my other five cases come rolling round. Yep that’s right I don’t travel light , what can I say I love a sale ! .
I grab the first case and it comes off easy but then the second whirls past . "oh no" .
I try to grab the third and as I grab im starting to go round the carousel with the case. "Oh god , please stop".
Everyone is now looking at me like im an alien and im sure I’ve heard a few sniggers too .
Finally I have all my cases on the trolley just about to leave and start my new life ( but as I have said my luck isn’t that good) my trolley wont move it's too heavy!. After some time pulling and pushing "yes" finally its moving. I keep telling myself "Sophie don’t stop because if you do you wont be able to start again ".
Thank god im outside at the taxi rank. Wow they look different from London. New York taxi's are bright yellow and have nice drivers who say things like " hi doll , let me get your luggage in the trunk", London taxi's are big , black and he driver just sits in the front looking out the window , cigarette in hand , blows smoke in your face and says " get in , where ya going ?".
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My feet and ankles are so swollen , Im all hot and sweaty . My face don’t even start me about my face . All my make-up is off and I have panda eyes , so much for waterproof mascara ?
I hate flying , well the flying part is ok . Its the way you feel and look when you land .I wish you didn't have to wait to get off the plane , you should land and be able to get off straight away . I mean you have already been sitting for eight hours getting the back of your chair kicked by some bratty kid who just want give up , but no, instead I have to wait and as if the kid wasn't bad enough , the man sitting next to me is sweating more than me . Oh I just want off. Im now looking like a giraffe with a broken neck while im standing under the overhead baggage compartments waiting on the ding dong of the door being opened , why did I choose the window seat again ?.I bet Demi Moore doesn't have to wait on the captain saying its time to get off , no of course not , she probably has a private jet , doesn't she ?
So here I am finally off the plane standing in the toilets of JFK airport , looking at myself. I have my favourite top on that I bought back home out of Topshop ( on sale too , it was a bargain at £15 , just had to get it I told myself at the time . I mean you can't pass up on a top at £15 on sale ).My Jane Norman jeans, stonewash , I love them .They are my old realiablies , you know the jeans you buy and wear that many times that your ass inprints in them !. Ok I’ve not wore them that many times but I have worn them quite a few times. So I take my make-up out my handbag , which is so big that the girl at check in at Heathrow asked if it was my luggage .
You know what I love a massive handbag , not only do they look great but you can fit just about your whole life in them. I have everything in mine from my make-up bag to safety pins. Anyway after my make-up has been fixed I head to that bit in the airport where your cases go round in a circle for about twenty minutes before you realise the first one out was yours. Oh yeah luggage claim , that’s what it's called.
I’m standing with my big trolley waiting on my luggage thinking to myself mine will be the last one out because that’s my kind of luck , when hey to my delight mine is first out, maybe my luck is going to change here in New York .Thirty minutes later and im still waiting with my first case , feet killing me because i decided to wear my absolutely gorgeous Marc Jacobs heels over my comfy trainers. Why did I decide to wear them again ? Oh yes because im moving to New York to do my dream job as a stylist to the rich and famous. Im so excited. Just as I start to day dream about all the celebs im going to meet my other five cases come rolling round. Yep that’s right I don’t travel light , what can I say I love a sale ! .
I grab the first case and it comes off easy but then the second whirls past . "oh no" .
I try to grab the third and as I grab im starting to go round the carousel with the case. "Oh god , please stop".
Everyone is now looking at me like im an alien and im sure I’ve heard a few sniggers too .
Finally I have all my cases on the trolley just about to leave and start my new life ( but as I have said my luck isn’t that good) my trolley wont move it's too heavy!. After some time pulling and pushing "yes" finally its moving. I keep telling myself "Sophie don’t stop because if you do you wont be able to start again ".
Thank god im outside at the taxi rank. Wow they look different from London. New York taxi's are bright yellow and have nice drivers who say things like " hi doll , let me get your luggage in the trunk", London taxi's are big , black and he driver just sits in the front looking out the window , cigarette in hand , blows smoke in your face and says " get in , where ya going ?".