Shopping by myself….again (aaaarrrggghhh!!! stop me).
Coffee at Lane Cove….3 silly girls in public trying their best to hold their tears…
Isa cried and laughed at the same time.
Night falls and 2 silly girls head out in skimpy, skin tight, little dresses and walk back and forth George Street – from drinks at Hemmesphere to pigging out at Maccas.
Thanks, Hazel, for taking my most frustrated mind off things. I had fun..
[looking sideways and keeping up with our pace on Pitt Street] “ooooo…hi pretties..how are you?….” [then trips over a tile and laughs at himself. Jo and Hazel tries sooo hard to keep a straight face but eventually duck behind a corner outside Hilton pissing ourselves]
[standing at the lights at George Street Myer]
“……where are you from?…”
“…really?….blah blah blah…how old are you? 18?” [Hazel could no longer contain her laughter]
[walking towards Hemmesphere]
“oooo….can we be your tour guides in Sydney?”
“me no Engrish…” [HHAHHAHA]
Too much to handle at the moment…. too much change; it’s almost too hard to adapt.