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Alright, I promise there WILL be a big update..but this isn't it.
I'm in the mood for the highlights...well...the quotes....conversations...like this one:
Me: *puts on Cerridwens plaid skirt, with my corset top and big black boots*
Cerridwen: *stares at me* You are really lucky I'm not a guy
Me: "What?"
Cerridwen: "You look...REALLY good in that."
Me: "Okay, stop and I see the testosterone rising in your body."
Cerridwen: *Laughs histarically at me*
Cerridwen made a mention of how if she thinks of Richard as a sparrow she pictures him flying infront of a really big truck getting hit and making a "TWIF" noise...Twif, has become an inside joke.
we also had fun making the kissable bears at her grandmothers house do...oddly...kinky things....
We stalked Richard Kruspe without actually stalking. We went to Soho, walked around, looked for him, tried to look him up online, and then when her grandmother told us that we could call her at work because she had a manhattan phone book there, we forgot to call her...damn, I really wanted to be a real stalker.
Cerridwen: "I'll say something, and you say the oposite."
Me: "Okay.."
Cerridwen: "Bookshelf."
Me: *long pause.* umm...not...bookshelf"
Cerridwen: *Laughs histarically*
I have an addiction to standing up on subways
I am deeply in love with Manhattan.
Yankee Staidum looks REALLY out of place where it is...
Elevators and docking ferrys are a rather...scary mix.
I feel so out of place now that I'm home
I already want to be back there...
I had the most amazing time ever, and I can't fucking wait to go back.
I want a fucking subway
Cerridwen and I got more perfected, and we didn't think that was even possible...we're about as bad as Till Lindemann and Sara put together now.
We didn't kill each other
I love New York City.
really long detailed update on what I did is to come someday...and pictures too.
I'm in the mood for the highlights...well...the quotes....conversations...like this one:
Me: *puts on Cerridwens plaid skirt, with my corset top and big black boots*
Cerridwen: *stares at me* You are really lucky I'm not a guy
Me: "What?"
Cerridwen: "You look...REALLY good in that."
Me: "Okay, stop and I see the testosterone rising in your body."
Cerridwen: *Laughs histarically at me*
Cerridwen made a mention of how if she thinks of Richard as a sparrow she pictures him flying infront of a really big truck getting hit and making a "TWIF" noise...Twif, has become an inside joke.
we also had fun making the kissable bears at her grandmothers house do...oddly...kinky things....
We stalked Richard Kruspe without actually stalking. We went to Soho, walked around, looked for him, tried to look him up online, and then when her grandmother told us that we could call her at work because she had a manhattan phone book there, we forgot to call her...damn, I really wanted to be a real stalker.
Cerridwen: "I'll say something, and you say the oposite."
Me: "Okay.."
Cerridwen: "Bookshelf."
Me: *long pause.* umm...not...bookshelf"
Cerridwen: *Laughs histarically*
I have an addiction to standing up on subways
I am deeply in love with Manhattan.
Yankee Staidum looks REALLY out of place where it is...
Elevators and docking ferrys are a rather...scary mix.
I feel so out of place now that I'm home
I already want to be back there...
I had the most amazing time ever, and I can't fucking wait to go back.
I want a fucking subway
Cerridwen and I got more perfected, and we didn't think that was even possible...we're about as bad as Till Lindemann and Sara put together now.
We didn't kill each other
I love New York City.
really long detailed update on what I did is to come someday...and pictures too.