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Britain, Britain, Britain. We invented the cat.
So I've basically emailed everyone who reads this journal, but for the sake of historical documentation I suppose I shall kill again.
Point one: WHY DO THE PEOPLE I LOVE LIKE TOKIO HOTEL? They are the shittiest European band I have ever heard, and I spent many sleepless nights watching Mtv in Rome. Seriously. They are below shit. They are the parasites on the fleas on deranged animals who eat the shit.
Sorry you had to read that if you weren't Amy and had/were eating.
Now.
Dashdotslashdot: Today, today- I started out by walking through Soho(where I'm staying at the moment), just minding my own business, when I got asked by some pikey geezer if I wanted to join the working girls club. The perfect start to a perfect day. After telling him just how much I would love to join his club I made my way to the gardens surrounding Buckingham Palace where I bought some trail mix and sat on a bench while squirrels crawled all over me and dotty German kids took pictures. Oh yes, I'm big in Europe. I think when university is over I might live in London for a year, get a job at a human rights firm. It's cold but it's entertaining. For example, today I made friends with an Irishman at the Hostel who was reading manga and comes from County Cork. He's moving to Japan next year to persue a career in boxing.
Whatever.
Italy was lecherous and I refuse to talk about it. There. And France... was terrif. The South had some nice beaches, though a lot of them were pebbly and covered in deck chairs. And you know, private. Paris was an extreme contrast... much more multi-cultural, vibrant, artistic. It really broke this monotonous feeling I've gained through my trip, though I think I've become disturbed from reading Crime and Punishment.
And England is hilarious. I'm sorry Simon. Every time I hear an English accent, which obviously is most of the time, I have to fight the laughter bubbling up inside me. I feel like I'm in a teev show. Speaking of which, Neighbours is on Jane just made me a cup of tea (Jane is a Chinese student at the Hostel).
Toodle pip chums.
So I've basically emailed everyone who reads this journal, but for the sake of historical documentation I suppose I shall kill again.
Point one: WHY DO THE PEOPLE I LOVE LIKE TOKIO HOTEL? They are the shittiest European band I have ever heard, and I spent many sleepless nights watching Mtv in Rome. Seriously. They are below shit. They are the parasites on the fleas on deranged animals who eat the shit.
Sorry you had to read that if you weren't Amy and had/were eating.
Now.
Dashdotslashdot: Today, today- I started out by walking through Soho(where I'm staying at the moment), just minding my own business, when I got asked by some pikey geezer if I wanted to join the working girls club. The perfect start to a perfect day. After telling him just how much I would love to join his club I made my way to the gardens surrounding Buckingham Palace where I bought some trail mix and sat on a bench while squirrels crawled all over me and dotty German kids took pictures. Oh yes, I'm big in Europe. I think when university is over I might live in London for a year, get a job at a human rights firm. It's cold but it's entertaining. For example, today I made friends with an Irishman at the Hostel who was reading manga and comes from County Cork. He's moving to Japan next year to persue a career in boxing.
Whatever.
Italy was lecherous and I refuse to talk about it. There. And France... was terrif. The South had some nice beaches, though a lot of them were pebbly and covered in deck chairs. And you know, private. Paris was an extreme contrast... much more multi-cultural, vibrant, artistic. It really broke this monotonous feeling I've gained through my trip, though I think I've become disturbed from reading Crime and Punishment.
And England is hilarious. I'm sorry Simon. Every time I hear an English accent, which obviously is most of the time, I have to fight the laughter bubbling up inside me. I feel like I'm in a teev show. Speaking of which, Neighbours is on Jane just made me a cup of tea (Jane is a Chinese student at the Hostel).
Toodle pip chums.