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I'm well annoyed I'm home from Amsterdam.
Had SUCH an amazing time, I hope I can go back for a bit over summer or something.
And see my friend again! I fucking loved him. He worked at the hotel and told me stories. I'm not sure if I started irritating after a while, but he seemed amused at the way I sat on the edge of my seat in anticipation while I was waiting for him to think of one. It's a shame he was so old and scruffy, otherwise I might have married him. Saying that he was probably only in his mid to late 20's, but he looked older, so usual age restrictions wouldn't really apply. Fucking loved him though. Seriously. He was sooooo funny, and even though he wasn't an academic kinda guy, he was wise just from living a tough life. Loved him. I'm going back to Hotel Brian even if it's just to see him.
And I miss the hookers by our hotel, even though the ones by us were quite saggy, mostly.
And I miss having a joint as soon as I wake up every morning.
And I miss my afternoon naps.
And I miss falling asleep listening to Katie and Gina's conversations.
I miss nearly falling down the steps everytime I went downstairs.
I miss nearly being run over by cyclists or trams.
I miss those pancakes.
I miss Gina physically having to DRAG my out of her bed when I was tripping and scared of Anah. I don't miss spending all that night thinking I was going to die though. That wasn't too fun.
I miss the woman with the firm boobies and really soft skin.
I miss the woman who wrote me a postcard with her cunt.
I miss the woman who shot a dildo out of her and Anah trying to catch it.
I wanna go back!!
Pictures coming soon.
But now... ESSAY (Yaaay!).
x
Had SUCH an amazing time, I hope I can go back for a bit over summer or something.
And see my friend again! I fucking loved him. He worked at the hotel and told me stories. I'm not sure if I started irritating after a while, but he seemed amused at the way I sat on the edge of my seat in anticipation while I was waiting for him to think of one. It's a shame he was so old and scruffy, otherwise I might have married him. Saying that he was probably only in his mid to late 20's, but he looked older, so usual age restrictions wouldn't really apply. Fucking loved him though. Seriously. He was sooooo funny, and even though he wasn't an academic kinda guy, he was wise just from living a tough life. Loved him. I'm going back to Hotel Brian even if it's just to see him.
And I miss the hookers by our hotel, even though the ones by us were quite saggy, mostly.
And I miss having a joint as soon as I wake up every morning.
And I miss my afternoon naps.
And I miss falling asleep listening to Katie and Gina's conversations.
I miss nearly falling down the steps everytime I went downstairs.
I miss nearly being run over by cyclists or trams.
I miss those pancakes.
I miss Gina physically having to DRAG my out of her bed when I was tripping and scared of Anah. I don't miss spending all that night thinking I was going to die though. That wasn't too fun.
I miss the woman with the firm boobies and really soft skin.
I miss the woman who wrote me a postcard with her cunt.
I miss the woman who shot a dildo out of her and Anah trying to catch it.
I wanna go back!!
Pictures coming soon.
But now... ESSAY (Yaaay!).
x