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So I'm here, and I can't believe it, everything is so familiar it is surreal, like a Dali done in fingerpaints...and I'm torn in a million directions wanting to gush all over everyone at the same time although in the back of my mind I know I'm in denial about wanting to be in Europe still, because half of me does still...
But I met Barles, finally, after an eternity of anticipaton, and I was not dissapointed. I think I'm in love.
Amsterdam was brilliant...I think... I lived in coffee houses and the VanGogh museum for four days. Too bad I can't remember any of it...except for the male prostitutes...
Happy birthday to those I was too jetlagged and travel-fucked to call, I hope it was amazing. I'll see everyone so soon...LOVE
But I met Barles, finally, after an eternity of anticipaton, and I was not dissapointed. I think I'm in love.
Amsterdam was brilliant...I think... I lived in coffee houses and the VanGogh museum for four days. Too bad I can't remember any of it...except for the male prostitutes...
Happy birthday to those I was too jetlagged and travel-fucked to call, I hope it was amazing. I'll see everyone so soon...LOVE