The One Name Power Surge

I was checking my e-mail today (all of the addresses, as sad as that is) and I realized that my work e-mail is alex@southendlabour.com.

And for some reason, that just made me feel really important. I didn't need a last name, I didn't need anything more than "Alex." People would get e-mails from me and know who it was. And for some reason, that just made me feel really important. Maybe I'm easily flattered, but is that so wrong?

My Bad, Haiti

I have a (rather obvious) confession to make: I have rarely met a low cut neckline I didn't like. I have very few modest necklines in my wardrobe, and I tend to prefer a good v-neck or scoop to a mock.

That said, I think that immodestly dressed women causing earthquakes is a little bit extreme, Muslim Clerics.

I mean, I guess anything is possible. So if this is true, my bad, Haiti.

Now If He Sold Thin Mints, He'd Be In Business

"Hello there, I'm your prime minister. Are there any local issues you're worried about?"

I mean, what would you do if Gordon Brown showed up on your doorstep? Obviously offer him tea, sure, but I think I would like squeal. Even if I didn't like him, that's sort of awesome that the Prime Minister of your country popped up on your stoop.

Labour's unfortunately not doing too great in the polls right now, so Brown has a ways to go before he catches up some lost ground.

Now if he were selling cookies, I think he'd do great.

It's Really Not that Hard, People

Maybe my impatience has only grown from living in a city. My parents observed this as we were crossing streets here, and my dad was like "Geez, you barely looked before you ran across!" or complaining that they kept losing me in the crowds of people around the city because I was going too fast.

But I really wish people in London would learn how to walk.

Example. I was in the tube station today coming back from Oxford Street and I was trapped right next to the moving tube train because people decided not to move along the platform. As I was leaving the station, I almost got trampled by the people walking behind me because the people in front of me decided to stop dead in a mob scene of human traffic (not that sort of human traffic, just people walking).

This isn't the first time, either. I thought Corinne was going to die in Primark that one time.

And Dennnnnnnnnnnn?

So as Elise and I were sitting here ready for a chill Friday night as our roommates plus 12 others were pregaming for a bar of some sort. I had a drink myself to make them slightly less annoying (it didn't work). Out of nowhere, Elise has a Harold and Kumar food craving moment (Only without the pot).

"I really want Chinese food right now," said Elise.

Thus began the very difficult journey of finding decent Chinese food places that were open at 10:50 on Easter weekend in London. I gotta tell you, it's about as easy as finding a close by Catholic church in this city. Which is not easy.

We finally found a place that is open. But it's 20 minutes away in Putney, which means the delivery will take forever. And when we ordered the sweet and sour chicken, they asked us if we wanted the meal or sweet & sour chicken balls.

We ordered the balls, and I'm really hoping we don't get sweet and sour chicken testicles.