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Well it's time to update,
Ain't that great?
It's time to report,
Germany is getting cold,
and the days are getting short,
and I miss the heat of places where I lived
when I was not this this old,
Of course depending on which address you give,
the age is relative. And I like the way the colors
turn, like the leaves start to burn, on their own.
So I'm signed up for classes, got my Rayban glasses,
Internship, praktika, watched Battelstar Galactica,
It's not bad, but T.V. still doesn't thrill me.
Good thing it was downloaded, better keep it on the D/L.
I hung posters today for a party the institute will have on the third of November.
It better be a success. People better remember it.
Cause my SGA is out of cash. Hope we make some with this bash.
Otherwise we crash, cause previous Student Government decisions have been a little rash.
I had class till 8. (What was I afterwards a serf?)
Tonight I baked a cake. No mistake but the cherries boiled over the foil,
Onto the floor of the oven and caramelized. Now the house smells like burnt sugar.
There are worse things a house could smell like. I'll take burnt sugar over heartbreak.
It's a good smell. My house is occupied. I live here. It's not just someplace I stay.
My apartment has become tidy, Yesterday I have cleaned all day,
The bathroom, and the foyer. Holy Shit! I have a foyer?
Does that make me gay? Probably not, to my ken,
To be a gay man you have to like men...that way.
And that's all for now. No cake for you who are so far away.
But come and visit someday. They would be cool, eh?
Ain't that great?
It's time to report,
Germany is getting cold,
and the days are getting short,
and I miss the heat of places where I lived
when I was not this this old,
Of course depending on which address you give,
the age is relative. And I like the way the colors
turn, like the leaves start to burn, on their own.
So I'm signed up for classes, got my Rayban glasses,
Internship, praktika, watched Battelstar Galactica,
It's not bad, but T.V. still doesn't thrill me.
Good thing it was downloaded, better keep it on the D/L.
I hung posters today for a party the institute will have on the third of November.
It better be a success. People better remember it.
Cause my SGA is out of cash. Hope we make some with this bash.
Otherwise we crash, cause previous Student Government decisions have been a little rash.
I had class till 8. (What was I afterwards a serf?)
Tonight I baked a cake. No mistake but the cherries boiled over the foil,
Onto the floor of the oven and caramelized. Now the house smells like burnt sugar.
There are worse things a house could smell like. I'll take burnt sugar over heartbreak.
It's a good smell. My house is occupied. I live here. It's not just someplace I stay.
My apartment has become tidy, Yesterday I have cleaned all day,
The bathroom, and the foyer. Holy Shit! I have a foyer?
Does that make me gay? Probably not, to my ken,
To be a gay man you have to like men...that way.
And that's all for now. No cake for you who are so far away.
But come and visit someday. They would be cool, eh?