Locked out of my London flat at 2:30am on a Tuesday Morning
It is always an appropriate time to take a selfie... even at 2:45am when you're sitting on the floor stretching your legs out at a weird angle because you're locked out of your flat and it seems like a good idea. My life is like a game of 'Fortunately, Unfortunately', I swear... like whatever fucked up thing happened it always works out and it's incredible but ridiculous all in one and that is exactly how things played out last night. Everything was great. It was a lovely evening. I had been looking forward to it for days. I went to my friend's house for gluten free vegan curry and brownies. Everything was delicious. I brought wine, we drank wine, we played with Chomsky, Isaac and Darwin (she has pet rats), we played poker and everyone had a lovely night. All of a sudden, it's 2am and probably time to go home. They offered me an airbed, but I was like "it's chill, it's like a five minute Uber", knowing I'd sleep much