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I´m happy, I´m feeling glad. I got sunshine in a bag.
Blah de blah, on with the drunken stories.
So I finally made it to a computer again. This one is probably worse than the last. Its hella slow, the mouse skips and the keys stick, but no pop-ups. Hurray.
Man, I feel out of the loop. Get out of your poop mood Renata, happy be-birthday Christine (so yer legal, aye? hah!), I guess Javi´s comp doesnt work again, yadda yadda yadda. Hope everybody is cool.
Like no one is online now. This time difference deal blows my ass.
Things over here are hella cool. Ive been relaxing and catching up on my reading. Bag of Bones by Stephen King is fucking awesome (more on this later), Im almost done with the Bourne Supremacy and I finished Bourne Identity, but I dont have Bourne Ultimatum. Balls.
This weekend I drank. A lot. Friday night I spent almost 30 Euros on drinks. Considering I drank mostly beers (less than 2 Euros a piece) I drank a hella lot. Got home at 7 when the roosters were crowing. Fucking roosters. Man was that a bender. Had a fucked up hangover all day. Thought i was gunna puke my brains out everytime i got up. Still went out that night.
Saturday night decided to take it easy. Fortunately that wasnt in the cards. My buddy Claudio (better known to the folks in the states as Chunks) and his boy Mota kept buying me beers as a way of welcoming me back. Claudio is great. Gave me one of the best nicknames I ever had (Chinky) when we were kids, but thats a story for another day. As you see it never stuck. Later that night I met 3 guys from Amsterdam: Peter (prounouced Pay-tar), Martin (spelled Martijn), and Alexander (i thought his name was Xander at first cuz of the accent). Man those guys were funny as hell, and since they were happy to have found a guide who spoke english, they bought me beers for the rest of the night. They were amazed at just how much I could drink and Martijn decided to refer to me as "John Devil." Met a girl from Texas who went to school with Jenna Bush (daughter of President Bush McChimp). She said she was a drunken slut and spent a lot of time half passed out with her thong riding up her ass and her pants falling down. Go figure. I got home that night at 8am. Yay!
They opened a new bar not 100 ft from my house. This is an improvement over the existing bar which was 200 ft from my house. They have the Super Bock stout there on tap for like a euro and change. Man, dem chops know their stout. Tastes like coffee.
I swear my town is haunted. I think that Stephen King book is making my paranoid. Stupid dogs dont stop howling all night. The fog is so goddamn thick right now it looks like smoke. Today it was a sunny bright day and it got all foggy and cold in seconds. Dropped like 20 degrees in minutes. I have never seen fog when the sun is shining hard as hell. I didnt even think it was possible.
Man, Im writing a book over here. Thats what happens when i dont post for almost 2 weeks. Im leaving out like 90% of the shit that happened to me. Well, ill have plenty of stories when i get back.
Ah well. Too long. Ill try to post sooner next time.
Prost, mates! (thats Cheers in Dutch, me thinks)
Blah de blah, on with the drunken stories.
So I finally made it to a computer again. This one is probably worse than the last. Its hella slow, the mouse skips and the keys stick, but no pop-ups. Hurray.
Man, I feel out of the loop. Get out of your poop mood Renata, happy be-birthday Christine (so yer legal, aye? hah!), I guess Javi´s comp doesnt work again, yadda yadda yadda. Hope everybody is cool.
Like no one is online now. This time difference deal blows my ass.
Things over here are hella cool. Ive been relaxing and catching up on my reading. Bag of Bones by Stephen King is fucking awesome (more on this later), Im almost done with the Bourne Supremacy and I finished Bourne Identity, but I dont have Bourne Ultimatum. Balls.
This weekend I drank. A lot. Friday night I spent almost 30 Euros on drinks. Considering I drank mostly beers (less than 2 Euros a piece) I drank a hella lot. Got home at 7 when the roosters were crowing. Fucking roosters. Man was that a bender. Had a fucked up hangover all day. Thought i was gunna puke my brains out everytime i got up. Still went out that night.
Saturday night decided to take it easy. Fortunately that wasnt in the cards. My buddy Claudio (better known to the folks in the states as Chunks) and his boy Mota kept buying me beers as a way of welcoming me back. Claudio is great. Gave me one of the best nicknames I ever had (Chinky) when we were kids, but thats a story for another day. As you see it never stuck. Later that night I met 3 guys from Amsterdam: Peter (prounouced Pay-tar), Martin (spelled Martijn), and Alexander (i thought his name was Xander at first cuz of the accent). Man those guys were funny as hell, and since they were happy to have found a guide who spoke english, they bought me beers for the rest of the night. They were amazed at just how much I could drink and Martijn decided to refer to me as "John Devil." Met a girl from Texas who went to school with Jenna Bush (daughter of President Bush McChimp). She said she was a drunken slut and spent a lot of time half passed out with her thong riding up her ass and her pants falling down. Go figure. I got home that night at 8am. Yay!
They opened a new bar not 100 ft from my house. This is an improvement over the existing bar which was 200 ft from my house. They have the Super Bock stout there on tap for like a euro and change. Man, dem chops know their stout. Tastes like coffee.
I swear my town is haunted. I think that Stephen King book is making my paranoid. Stupid dogs dont stop howling all night. The fog is so goddamn thick right now it looks like smoke. Today it was a sunny bright day and it got all foggy and cold in seconds. Dropped like 20 degrees in minutes. I have never seen fog when the sun is shining hard as hell. I didnt even think it was possible.
Man, Im writing a book over here. Thats what happens when i dont post for almost 2 weeks. Im leaving out like 90% of the shit that happened to me. Well, ill have plenty of stories when i get back.
Ah well. Too long. Ill try to post sooner next time.
Prost, mates! (thats Cheers in Dutch, me thinks)