Woke up, brushed me teeth, went to Paris and back.
I wish.
Instead, went to Paris, and spent 6 hours at the airport, due to bomb? scare whatever. Full blown chaos. Crawled back home. Feet still in trauma after wearing those shoes on Thu and snapping at stuck up arrogant bitches that work @ II floor Peek&Clo.
For the end, another sarky remark:
Austrians should pay tax on style or the lack of it. eND OF.
