Hum.
Yes yes. In Rome still.
I suppose inspired prose is suppose to ooze out of me, yet I'll keep that for ass kissing in my next creative writing class.
I've decided that the Polish are insane. Gossip, discotecas and debauchery with anything that moves. I'm amazed.
The Germans; still rude.
The Italians... just as you'd imagine them. Flailing arms. Espresso. Damn DAMN good espresso.
Imagine 100 something degrees, humidity, and a European city that closer resembles Bangledesh, where they fit 93 people into a tiny bus... sauna-like, you get to wear everyone's scent all day. Yum.
Life otherwise. Dunno.
Oh yea. And all my fucking cousins keep getting married. And hatching more of those small bald creatures. That sound like dying cats.
I suppose inspired prose is suppose to ooze out of me, yet I'll keep that for ass kissing in my next creative writing class.
I've decided that the Polish are insane. Gossip, discotecas and debauchery with anything that moves. I'm amazed.
The Germans; still rude.
The Italians... just as you'd imagine them. Flailing arms. Espresso. Damn DAMN good espresso.
Imagine 100 something degrees, humidity, and a European city that closer resembles Bangledesh, where they fit 93 people into a tiny bus... sauna-like, you get to wear everyone's scent all day. Yum.
Life otherwise. Dunno.
Oh yea. And all my fucking cousins keep getting married. And hatching more of those small bald creatures. That sound like dying cats.