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the sun is bright.
i am on strike form the bvg which is the public transportaion in berlin. they charge like 55 dollars for a month pass. and i have feet and i am going to use them.
i have a language class now, and there is a damn hot boy from the switzerland in it. he speaks french and wears really sweet glasses and smiles all the damn time.
the other boy is steven aus taiwan, an old friend of mine, and i am super glad to see him. he is in his thrities and pretty upset with the world sometimes, and he likes cats and dogs and lives in berlin while his wife stays in tiawan, and i really do not always understand thier relashionship. but those are never really understandable anyways.
i walked to school and back and then to carols and then to the internet cafe and i wore a new shirt and i wore my black pants and i washed my hair yesterday. and it now looks like shit. i will never do it again, this can be promised. i threw out the shampoo.
this is not a love story. maybe next week.
one.
i am on strike form the bvg which is the public transportaion in berlin. they charge like 55 dollars for a month pass. and i have feet and i am going to use them.
i have a language class now, and there is a damn hot boy from the switzerland in it. he speaks french and wears really sweet glasses and smiles all the damn time.
the other boy is steven aus taiwan, an old friend of mine, and i am super glad to see him. he is in his thrities and pretty upset with the world sometimes, and he likes cats and dogs and lives in berlin while his wife stays in tiawan, and i really do not always understand thier relashionship. but those are never really understandable anyways.
i walked to school and back and then to carols and then to the internet cafe and i wore a new shirt and i wore my black pants and i washed my hair yesterday. and it now looks like shit. i will never do it again, this can be promised. i threw out the shampoo.
this is not a love story. maybe next week.
one.