I awoke yesterday morning to find 3 text messages on my phone from three people infroming me that my postcards from Cuba had arrived. The only strange thing about this is that it's been 16 months since I was in Cuba. This level of efficiency in the cuban postal service is truely a triumph for the working man.
I was doing so well, my spending was in check, I had purchased nothing in the Paul Smith store, I even behaved myself in Prada. Then the Puma store arrived
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I'm going crazy I think. I've sat here for the last 30 mins thinking it strange that they were playing so much Bjork on the radio today when I remembered that I had just put on the new bjork album.