I took a visit to the Black Market today. We're just down the street from it. Is the Black Market illegal? 'Cause if it is, well, we have one.
There's a myyysssttteeeerrriioooouuusss book store that's always open but no one ever goes in and the doors are always closed. I try to freak my older stepsister out by telling her they're plotting revenge on the Americans. She's from the states.
She hit me on the head with her nail file.
There was a man staring at me like he wanted to eat my face off. I had a bad feeling about him, and when we boarded the bus, and I looked back to the cafe he was sitting at, he was mysteriously gone.
I'm going to adopt the small tabby cat that keeps coming by our house. I wonder if she's lactose intolerant. I think she's a girl, but I think it would be rude to ask.
I'm leaving out milk. If she doesn't touch it I think maybe she's allergic to milk.
A black cat literally crossed my path today, so now I have to wait three hours before setting foot on the garden.
*sigh* I think it's been three hours.
We were checking out the clothes at Zara - my older stepsister and I - because we were on Oxford Square and we decided to look at some clothes. I got my allowance, and now my pocketmoney is... 5.30 and some pocket lint.
I bought a cute shirt. It's bright yellow and a blouse, and it's sort of like the inside of a corset, with the black thing that tightens it on the outside.
My older stepsister saw it fit to use her allowance - 20 pounds a week when mine is 20 p - to buy practically everything I set my eyes on.
It all looks dreadful on her!
And by the way I call it the Black Market because I think the people there are up to something... MYSTERIOUS!!!
 Tilly_Witch · Mon Jul 16, 2007 @ 01:41pm · 3 Comments |
