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last night i was too busy making out with a boy named fucking DIRK at the whitey show to go out and buy harry poitter.
then he took me home.
he lives in utrect. we took a train. then i had one of those moments, you know, those moments that you think about three years from now and say , "fuck, life is good". one of those.
we were riding through the streets of utrectat four thirty, passing windmills, me clinging onto the back of him like fucking hell. (riding on the back of a bicycle is scary, dutch boys like to go fast on cobblestone.)
i fully intend to write a novel when i get home about everywhere ive been, aabout everyoen i've met, espically the french boys that we lived with for three days on moutianside in aix in provence.
we're getting married!
guh.
anyway.
tomorrow im going to see MIA.
hahahahhahahaa
sometimes i just laugh because life is so rediciously good.
i miss all of you guys
sam and emilia and emma and roberto!
then he took me home.
he lives in utrect. we took a train. then i had one of those moments, you know, those moments that you think about three years from now and say , "fuck, life is good". one of those.
we were riding through the streets of utrectat four thirty, passing windmills, me clinging onto the back of him like fucking hell. (riding on the back of a bicycle is scary, dutch boys like to go fast on cobblestone.)
i fully intend to write a novel when i get home about everywhere ive been, aabout everyoen i've met, espically the french boys that we lived with for three days on moutianside in aix in provence.
we're getting married!
guh.
anyway.
tomorrow im going to see MIA.
hahahahhahahaa
sometimes i just laugh because life is so rediciously good.
i miss all of you guys
sam and emilia and emma and roberto!