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Discovered a local department store. The jeans still weren’t right but I ordered what I need. It felt good to explore a bit, even after being here for two years.

A couple of the pieces at the National Portrait Gallery. The moving portraits by Julian Opie were cool. Physically moving I mean, not emotionally.

Jo came round with my P45 and cuddles after work. Really nice to have a mini catch up for about 45 minutes.

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Remembering last night. Remembering I bought this Slow Jams CD from a homeless man whilst very drunk.

Finding jeans in a charity shop! (They later turned out to not actually fit amazingly well but still, it was an exciting moment)

Dinner at Jen’s. Delicious and feminist-y.

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Jeans for £2.25.
Climbing. Hard but fun.
“Why did you have poo on your hands?” “Because I touched it”

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My Hiut jeans arrived, FINALLY! It’s been a few months of waiting but they are here and they fit and I feel good.
Feeling the blood and the energy rushing around my body at yoga.
Having a chat with Ryan. I haven’t spoken to him much before. He’s really lovely.

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I got a pair of jeans for $18. That’s £9! It was an accident but a happy one. For me anyway!
Clothes smelling off fabric softener. I just kept sniffing myself all day.
Homemade iced lemon tea.