spain. barcelona rocked all ass. i would go back in a heart beat. madrid was pretty amazing too, but it certainly didn't have the same feel as barcelona. it was more like any other big city, albeit with older architecture.
reCOCKulous. how in the f**k do i get myself into these situations? a friend told me today who needs tv when they can just be entertained by the drama in my life... and the thing that pisses me off the most is that i bring it upon myself. so in the end i can really only blame one person... me. *sigh*
saw 'v for vendetta' this weekend. pretty interesting... after that movie i would hope no one forgets my birthday... "remember remember the 5th of november" ;)
spoke with a friend last night. 'love sucks', he said. to which i protested, 'i don't think it's love that sucks, it's all the bullshit surrounding it'... it's the pain of falling out of love. of not receiving it in return. of... that to me is what 'sucks'...