Superficially I think that possibly and insubstationally intentional or plausible can be or may not
be assigned to many or few things.
Including my spelling.
In Californa atm, it's cold. Fucking cold. Decided to wear a t-shirt so it'd look nice in the photos, pretty stupid really.
I still love america, had a fun time, ordered a large drink at a burger king in LA, it's like 32 fluid ounces, which feels like a litre and a bit. that wasn't the largest size but fuck it, I really missed dr pepper so I went all nuts on the plane flight to San Francisco.
Visiting family friends atm, getting a little older.
First night we're in america, which I've gotta tell you is the beginning of a 1 month distance enforced celebacy kick, this dude in the apartment above me is pile driving the shit outta his woman for about... 30 minutes. The finally stop and I hear "Get on the floor bitch", a classy phrase which I myself may have used with... people on my friends list. So once he finishes up there he musta scared the crap outta some little kids near by and they start running up and down the room over and over again. I wasn't exactly keen at this point, but I was also brutally jet lagged, shit was spinning and I'd had almost 4 hours, in 2 2hour blocks, sleep since about... thursday morning.
Anyways so I gotta another 3 1/2 weeks over here, already bought some t-shirts, got told off for wearing a Dodgers cap in Giants territory.
Watched a minute of the super bowl, gonna be watching supertuesday which should be interesting.
Failed to see a queer in three days in San Francisco. Still can't spell.
Had a laugh, my speech is very unclear and my accent doesn't help so I had some poor maccas dude trying to work out what I wanted to drink, give up and tell me, "We don't sell that here, we got Coke, Diet Coke..." "Stop! That's the one!"
Later catch, ciao!
Including my spelling.
In Californa atm, it's cold. Fucking cold. Decided to wear a t-shirt so it'd look nice in the photos, pretty stupid really.
I still love america, had a fun time, ordered a large drink at a burger king in LA, it's like 32 fluid ounces, which feels like a litre and a bit. that wasn't the largest size but fuck it, I really missed dr pepper so I went all nuts on the plane flight to San Francisco.
Visiting family friends atm, getting a little older.
First night we're in america, which I've gotta tell you is the beginning of a 1 month distance enforced celebacy kick, this dude in the apartment above me is pile driving the shit outta his woman for about... 30 minutes. The finally stop and I hear "Get on the floor bitch", a classy phrase which I myself may have used with... people on my friends list. So once he finishes up there he musta scared the crap outta some little kids near by and they start running up and down the room over and over again. I wasn't exactly keen at this point, but I was also brutally jet lagged, shit was spinning and I'd had almost 4 hours, in 2 2hour blocks, sleep since about... thursday morning.
Anyways so I gotta another 3 1/2 weeks over here, already bought some t-shirts, got told off for wearing a Dodgers cap in Giants territory.
Watched a minute of the super bowl, gonna be watching supertuesday which should be interesting.
Failed to see a queer in three days in San Francisco. Still can't spell.
Had a laugh, my speech is very unclear and my accent doesn't help so I had some poor maccas dude trying to work out what I wanted to drink, give up and tell me, "We don't sell that here, we got Coke, Diet Coke..." "Stop! That's the one!"
Later catch, ciao!