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urgh, i keep forgetting that there are people who are not everywhere that i am, and i need to make posts about the things i do. it is so strange! but last night was definitely something. me and rudi and naboo went down to the pub, because it has been too long since we are all together at the same time and place. rudi was not so happy about it, i think he is still having to get used to things again. anyway, he is missing his lady with the milky eye. he is in his room now and will not come out.
but last night! we went to the pub (i already said that, i think) and basically we painted it all the colours, you know? red, blue, green, maybe a little white and black for style. aah, it was good to be with my bongo brother and my little shaman again. i even remember... most of it! i think that is probably something to do with naboo, because i almost never remember most of nights like that one was.
well. the part in the gutter i do not remember so well, but that is maybe to be taken for a cheque, you know? it is not possible to remember what happens from when you trip off a curb to when you wake up with what you hope is your own sick in your hair. still! last night was something great. if only rudi would come out of his room, now. the ebola lady cannot be the only reason, can it? rudi, can you hear me? i know you can, you bastard, i am pounding on your door.
fine, do not answer, see if it makes a difference to my caring.
but last night! we went to the pub (i already said that, i think) and basically we painted it all the colours, you know? red, blue, green, maybe a little white and black for style. aah, it was good to be with my bongo brother and my little shaman again. i even remember... most of it! i think that is probably something to do with naboo, because i almost never remember most of nights like that one was.
well. the part in the gutter i do not remember so well, but that is maybe to be taken for a cheque, you know? it is not possible to remember what happens from when you trip off a curb to when you wake up with what you hope is your own sick in your hair. still! last night was something great. if only rudi would come out of his room, now. the ebola lady cannot be the only reason, can it? rudi, can you hear me? i know you can, you bastard, i am pounding on your door.
fine, do not answer, see if it makes a difference to my caring.