Oh yeah, Barcelona looooooooves meeeeeeeeeeeee
Dudes?
When I think of you I touch myself That Rafa/David final was written in the stars since the beginning of time :p
Yes I took those. Yes I'm completely braindead now.
Those and other 1,300 more or less.
I've had the most hallucinating week. Maybe of my life. And I wasn't on acid, it was all real, I was there, I could see and smell and hear it, them, every day. Madrid has always been good but Barcelona was even better. Of course it was better, it's clay, doh :D
If I die right now? I'd go with the hugest motherfucker of a smile on my face.
It could be better, possibly. Maybe live Roland Garros, I guess, maybe, because the public would be different, but really, not much comes to my mind right now that can top the awesome time I've had in that city, on that tournament, cooking under the blazing sun with Kim, who was the ev0l brain to come up with the idea for that bomb up there, witnessing claycourt magic. And live claycourt Rafa. 'Cos I freaking worship the clay he steps on. And David, 'cos I freaking adore the guy (and am I not the luckiest bitch ever, he's blogging from Rome asdfghjkl). And Mario, 'cos now I'm officially his stalker and he f33rs me.
I have no words. Just... <33333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333
When I think of you I touch myself That Rafa/David final was written in the stars since the beginning of time :p
Yes I took those. Yes I'm completely braindead now.
Those and other 1,300 more or less.
I've had the most hallucinating week. Maybe of my life. And I wasn't on acid, it was all real, I was there, I could see and smell and hear it, them, every day. Madrid has always been good but Barcelona was even better. Of course it was better, it's clay, doh :D
If I die right now? I'd go with the hugest motherfucker of a smile on my face.
It could be better, possibly. Maybe live Roland Garros, I guess, maybe, because the public would be different, but really, not much comes to my mind right now that can top the awesome time I've had in that city, on that tournament, cooking under the blazing sun with Kim, who was the ev0l brain to come up with the idea for that bomb up there, witnessing claycourt magic. And live claycourt Rafa. 'Cos I freaking worship the clay he steps on. And David, 'cos I freaking adore the guy (and am I not the luckiest bitch ever, he's blogging from Rome asdfghjkl). And Mario, 'cos now I'm officially his stalker and he f33rs me.
I have no words. Just... <33333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333