By Fruittella i mean the sweet, and by sweet i think i successfully created a quirky enough title for you to, dare i say, try to read my blog.

Actually it’s funny because i actually did choke on a Fruittella. I used choke and funny in the same sentence. 

It’s like when people ‘LOL’ without ‘Loling’, my favourite verb. To make people feel good and to make you want to feel good. I think the only time i’ve actually ‘loled’ is when either talking to Raff or reading L.O.L outloud. I sometimes do it to Shop clerks when they talk about the weather to muse the pause of the very 70’s till that is refusing to open. To infact have ‘loled’ should you say ‘l.o.l’ out loud over and over to not have laughed? Just a little something to take home for you there, what did i say- quirky enough for ya eh?

So the Post Office is apparrently the best place i could get euros in England, actually it’s out of choice. Exchange rates scare me, and it’s something about the 40 year old tanned- i’ve just been to turkey for 180 weeks- lady behind the desk that repulses me. And they always ask you if you have that extra pound and 20 pence, as if its their job or something? These euros are of course for my trip to Paris next month, extremely cultural and although there was an attempt to break free of Disneyland, alas rides>culture. My father is so proud.

I’m also a wheat intolerant crazy lass roaming in a wheat crazy nation, they have wheat for lunch. ‘l.o.l.’ Still weary of what i should do for food but i expect chocolate and ice cream on tap, and i want my chocolate and ice cream.

Anyway, i choked on a Fruitella at 4 30 this morning. Someone save me before i’m Ms Augustus Gloop. 

That won’t ever happen, Gloop as a surname. It’s like fictional or something. ‘Lol.’