umlat appreciation.
lol. wtf. why do i keep sitting next to the gayromeo.com site visitors.
i honestly did have a menanignful entry about my trip planned out. but this guy just lit a cigarette and only stops scratching his balls enough to type whatever and drink some suspiciously diluted fanta.
he is pretty skeezy, but the last guy i sat next to that was looking at the website was funnier. a little white haired old man in a grey cotton sweatsuit was slumped down over the keyboard pounding away at the letters. when he emerged from his vigorous typing/chuckling session, i happened to be getting up and glanced at his screen to see half naked pictures decorating the page.
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its my last day here and im pretty heartbroken about it. i have gained a new appreciation for being able to speak the language of the country i am in.
other new fixations: dark beer, fill flash, your mom, efficent public transportation, and smelly street performers.
everyone has left already. we had pur goodbye dinner last night in the rotating tv restaurant many a meter above the ground. spinning room, 30 dollar tab provided by UF program fees, and lots of digital cameras going off makes for good times.
being the doofus that i regularly am, i didnt realize i booked my flight incorrectly and am now leaving tomorrow instead of today like every one else. but its cool because i have nothing to do today except lay in the park and eat strawberies in this wonderful sun. its fitting that its such a nice day. the sky is clear, its warm and i finally get to use my skirts.
the trip was surprising. i slept on dirty hippie matresses, drank amaretto shots with professor freeman, and took lots of pictures but im happy to be heading home soon and seeing my little sister graduate. oh and pooping. cant wait to head home to my comfy toilet despite its weak american water pressure.
ok, skeezy guy just gave me a cigarette. üpgrade!
i broke my 18-55 lens. downgraden!
i honestly did have a menanignful entry about my trip planned out. but this guy just lit a cigarette and only stops scratching his balls enough to type whatever and drink some suspiciously diluted fanta.
he is pretty skeezy, but the last guy i sat next to that was looking at the website was funnier. a little white haired old man in a grey cotton sweatsuit was slumped down over the keyboard pounding away at the letters. when he emerged from his vigorous typing/chuckling session, i happened to be getting up and glanced at his screen to see half naked pictures decorating the page.
--
its my last day here and im pretty heartbroken about it. i have gained a new appreciation for being able to speak the language of the country i am in.
other new fixations: dark beer, fill flash, your mom, efficent public transportation, and smelly street performers.
everyone has left already. we had pur goodbye dinner last night in the rotating tv restaurant many a meter above the ground. spinning room, 30 dollar tab provided by UF program fees, and lots of digital cameras going off makes for good times.
being the doofus that i regularly am, i didnt realize i booked my flight incorrectly and am now leaving tomorrow instead of today like every one else. but its cool because i have nothing to do today except lay in the park and eat strawberies in this wonderful sun. its fitting that its such a nice day. the sky is clear, its warm and i finally get to use my skirts.
the trip was surprising. i slept on dirty hippie matresses, drank amaretto shots with professor freeman, and took lots of pictures but im happy to be heading home soon and seeing my little sister graduate. oh and pooping. cant wait to head home to my comfy toilet despite its weak american water pressure.
ok, skeezy guy just gave me a cigarette. üpgrade!
i broke my 18-55 lens. downgraden!