Not much chance for survival if the Neon Bible is right.
i am obsessed with the weather we've had the last two days. for those of you not in europe, it's been a fairly icky spring thus far. we got a couple nice weeks in mid-march, it was overcast and ugly for april and most of may, and now it's gorgeous. it stays light here until ten or so. it's nine twelve and it's barely dusk. it's amazing. the apartment gets hot as hades but it's real nice to sit out in the sun all day. if the weather keeps up, though, i will probably spend the summer very pink and on the verge of having skin cancer.
within the past two weeks, i gave up drinking, except for one drink at our weekend dinners out with everyone; after these past weekend, however, decided i'd stop entirely until august when corey's board is over and he'll drink again. but today, all i wanted was a big fucking margarita in the sun. so we'll see how long this lasts. plus, he'll be gone most of the next few months. i have little to no money but i can fly to london for twenty euro, round-trip, and, if it's still alright, i can stay at kyle's flat for free. i'm thinking of taking a trip by myself. i miss london. it's fucking beautiful. and people speak english. don't get me wrong, germans can be pretty cool, but i'm getting real sick of the language barrier. i'd like to sit at a pub all night and drink and smoke and have a little time to be free of the tiny world i've been living in [it's a little suffocating and i miss cigarettes]. london'd be nice; at least i could get afuckinground by myself.
i'm rambling. and bored. this is what happens when your husband works at five thirty in the morning and you don't get up until eight. talk to me; i want to ramble at you.
within the past two weeks, i gave up drinking, except for one drink at our weekend dinners out with everyone; after these past weekend, however, decided i'd stop entirely until august when corey's board is over and he'll drink again. but today, all i wanted was a big fucking margarita in the sun. so we'll see how long this lasts. plus, he'll be gone most of the next few months. i have little to no money but i can fly to london for twenty euro, round-trip, and, if it's still alright, i can stay at kyle's flat for free. i'm thinking of taking a trip by myself. i miss london. it's fucking beautiful. and people speak english. don't get me wrong, germans can be pretty cool, but i'm getting real sick of the language barrier. i'd like to sit at a pub all night and drink and smoke and have a little time to be free of the tiny world i've been living in [it's a little suffocating and i miss cigarettes]. london'd be nice; at least i could get afuckinground by myself.
i'm rambling. and bored. this is what happens when your husband works at five thirty in the morning and you don't get up until eight. talk to me; i want to ramble at you.