Dear Diary,
I can’t write much now, as right now i’m cooking jerk chicken for the second time in my life, i am quite excited. Anyway this was my day today.
On my way to a meeting i got distracted by a boutique on Carnaby Street.
The brand was Bolongard Trevor. The stuffed birds in the back freaked Josh, my assistant out a bit. .. can’t blame him, one had its beady eye fixed on me the whole time, i swear.
I look depressed. Its prob because i was getting evils from the shop assistant for taking photos. 
…I didn’t take any notice, this was too lovely to not share with you. 
Shouldn’t work in theory, but real flattering. at £130 quid, would’nt expect any less though. man, London is expensive.
NEXT STOP: The Barbers. ‘We are Cuts’ in Soho. Now, lets be clear.
I never get my hair done.
EVER.
I normally just let it go curly, or if i need a cut, grab the nail scissors and hack away. its bad. oh well. But one of the barbers whom i met a while back hit me up on facebook saying he wanted to play with my hair. So i said alright. I love people playing with my hair, it makes me sleepy.
Joel was my hair stylist.
I sat down, and i spotted this, charming.
In fact everywhere you looked there was some little knick knack stuck onto a mirror or hand-dryer. It made the place feel like your teenage bedroom.
Restless, and not wanting to just stare at myself the whole time, I looked right and i saw this…they were talking about whether to box his hair off at the sides, prince of bel air style or round it off. The man said he was way too old for all that box jazz. I disagreed, but he was stubborn. shame.
I looked left and i saw this, live art. Not bad for a barbers.
It felt as if i was getting ready for prom, or my wedding. Only it was 230pm on a thursday afternoon, and i had no where special to go.
Before going to bed, my new american friend rung me on skype, he’s called Judah, and he’s a producer. He just released an album called ”THE ART” Amber Rose Instrumental. Its a really interesting abstract concept. But i got distracted by his accent, and although i’m sure a lot of what he was saying was very smart and creative, i was getting lost in his washington drawl.
Anyway he sort of caught onto this, and decided to teach me some Washington slang. I learnt the word ‘ ji’ . It means, somewhat, kind of, sort of. Anyways, It was getting real late, so i said i was ji tired, and we said goodnight.
