You Love Me! You REALLY Love Me!

For like one week, I've been wondering why I wasn't getting any comments from you people. I mean, I thought the "nilon hair" blog was pretty amusing, but not even Naijabloke made a peep to talk about it. I was acting like the thing wasn't paining me, but I have to say that my heart cut small when no one even said Happy Birthday. Turns out my comment moderation was enabled and I didn't even realize it. I'm such an idiot. But I've been giggles and smiles ever since I realized that my bond with the likes of Naijabloke, Errata, and Addy has not been broken. I lurve you, internet pals!

I'm leaving London in three days for the barren land of Connecticut. To say I feel bad is an understatement. No more fish and chips. No more running to catch the 472 bus. No more calling people for no more than 59 seconds because I am counting credit. No more staying at home for days at a time because I can't be asked to buy #5.40 travel card every time I want to go out. No more abstaining from buying WICKED clothes because I cannot afford them, but feeling pained because those clothes do not exist in America. Wait, why am I going to miss this place?

Long story short, I just don't want to go back to that Yankee of a place. But, to ease my pain, I am going to Edgware Road (a.k.a. Little Lebanon) tomorrow to buy a hookah. Why? Because I will not have cable next year, and must replace my TV with something. So I will smoke shisha. I will smoke shisha as I: talk on the phone, write my papers, finish my dinner, write my blog...assuming I have time to write this blog. I hate grad school.

I'm going to go and watch my boy play footie now, but my next blog has to be about the last interesting incident on Bus 472. I don't know why Nigerians must bring their madness out of Nigeria, but it does make for great drama for we who have managed to remain sane. Watch this space.