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[04 Jun 2006|01:52pm] |
change of plans bitches.
see you in ten days.
:)
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[29 May 2006|11:22am] |
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no more teenage girls!
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[28 May 2006|07:22pm] |
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sluts bitches and hos!!!
how is everything? well i hope.
today is the first day of sun i have seen in two weeks.
literally.
i cannot stress to you how much i am not joking.
and rain.
but today its very nice, i just ate a falafel (store bought of course my damn falafel keeps falling apart in the frier.
but it was good, i put some sauce on it that was so hot it makes your lips burn and nose sniffle
thats fuckin sauce!!
ill be home soon my lovelies
do not desespoir...
"feelings are like treasures. so bury them"
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[25 May 2006|03:21pm] |
my dad
bought a
im sure its not that color but it doesnt matter. im ashamed. it wont be long before he starts riding it to work. oh god...
in other news it is freezing cold and im only going further north to stockholm next week. ah the mother land.
im half sweedish you know
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[23 May 2006|04:40pm] |
Thank you for your purchase! Your =alig summer version 2006= should be arriving at your doorstep in six to eight weeks.
*company not responsible for damage during shipping.
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[19 May 2006|04:54pm] |
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i cant do it! my falafel keeps falling apart in the fry process!!! and im using dried beans soaked over nite!! any tips? i know a lot of you bastards have worked at hooligans. GIVE ME THE SECRET BITCHES!!
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[17 May 2006|04:08pm] |
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im making falafel!! ill let you know how it goes!
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[13 May 2006|09:01pm] |
so i guess most of you have figured that liege is close to the netherlands. and i smoke dope. logical conclusion: go to maastricht for dope. usually an eventless afair, a few weeks ago i encountered a police control. i had spent the beginning of the ride speaking with an art history professor for the van eyck institute (he was impressed by my interest in spanish baroque and had to admit with shame mind you that he was not infact familiar with the work of agnes martin) so either way, i had a bag of weed in my back left pocket, the pocket closest to the window of the train. upon entering belgium, two policemen entered the train with a doggy. no, not a doggy. a patrol dog sniff sniff. honestly thought at this point my main fear was being embarassed infront of my new professor friend, not going to jail. so i had basically resigned myself to the police, sure i would be busted. the dog came to me sniffed my knee, put his head on my knee and walked away. that was it. no bust. thats because i have always always always been kind to k9s.
you would think i would learn from this lesson. and i did.
i just got home from maastricht. you can hope the train run to the coffeshop buy and run back to chatch it back to liege. that was my plan today. so i did just such, but it was raining, so add in the random puddle jump. i got back to the train and this man asked 'do you speak dutch' and i said 'english' and he said 'wait here we are doing a control' but the always say 'little control' to make you feel like getting busted isnt really a big deal. so i said okay cheerfully but really about to shit my pants. so i waited a moment then made the genious move to stuff my weed into my panties, towards the ass. i stepped onto the train (already seeing about eight people busted) and the dog jumped up and smelled me like the others. "okay go ahead!" said the guard. freedom.
what is the lesson? put your weed in your crotch and always be nice to puppies.
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[13 May 2006|02:38am] |
haha i forgot! this is how cute belgians are. about two weeks ago, this strange dust was covering the streets and cars. its isnt so bothersom and the rain seems to wash it away pretty easily. but the belgians had never seen this strange powder. some speculated it was renegade sand, others some strange pollution. there was even a report on the news concerning this strange phenomena. what could it be??!
pollen!
silly belgians have never had as much pollen as this year, and were quite confused.
on an even cuter note, an older man in the laundry saw me playing solitaire on my ipod
he asked is that a cell phone?
no
oh its for playing games
no, its a music player i reply gently
oh! is it mono or stereo?
i had to try not to laugh.
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[11 May 2006|11:08am] |
so after a rather ridiculous series of events spanning two days;;;
I SAW BELLE AND SEBASTIAN! i was right up front and the only one who knew all the lyrics to all the songs except the one new one they played (not from the life pursuit) it was cute city. stevie and stuart were dance city and the bassist checked me out the whole time. sex city. ah it was awesome.
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[07 May 2006|12:18am] |
the buzzcocks are playing in liege on may 25!!
what do i get!!??
i would be more excited if it were 1978!!
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[28 Apr 2006|01:49pm] |
guess who?!
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| ennui |
[25 Apr 2006|10:24am] |
have you forgotten me so soon?
im ready to come home and be young again
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[21 Apr 2006|02:27pm] |
mine eyes have bled over the vineyards of chianti.
medici chapel-tears
giatto-tears-did you know this is three times your size? same with the cimabue
donatello's sexy little david looks like he is one the verge of saying something terribly dirty
big david looks like hes eating a hot dog if viewed from the right angle.
the uffizi is the worst lit museum and in general the most ridiculous ever.
be sure to plug your ears unless you want to hear 16 year olds from ohio prattle on
or perhaps hear an old man ask in a very southern accent 'now whaie are thuy wurkin neeked?'
no one knows how to read paintings. or sculpture.
i made persus look at me, and had a sabine reach to me in some sort of twisted pleasure/pain cry for help.
why is a van der weden stuck in with all the botticelli's? the uffizi is out.
i saw caravaggios bacco and that was hot. almost as hot as velazquez's mars.
almost
and i saw fra angelico!!!!!! and fra fillipio lippi!!!!! dirty prostitute model madonna!!!!
fra angelico is in san marco, a beautiful old cloister with a fra angelico in each little room.
i threw petals into the arno and chased them down the bridge. and i saw water rats!! cute city
i saw a cross eyed girl take a photograph and a reverse cross eyed madonna. and hookers! in the country!
and the most delicious food
alone in the boboli gardens, i spied on some landscapers talking about the previous night's sexual escapades-gestures included!!
i dont know what to do with myself....
next stop berlin
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[14 Apr 2006|12:39pm] |
here are some words i like
rhododendron
ronronear
trancept
here are some words that are strange when you think about them
rather
manquer vs. english equivalent -to miss-
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[12 Apr 2006|07:19pm] |
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hey everyone! i hope you are okay, i am awesome! i just saw a guy get in trouble for trying to sneak into holland. it was hilarious! at vise, the last stop in belgium, this guy sitting near me was looking all sneaky like he was pretending to sleep then he got up and changed seats. then when we got to holland and the guards came in to check passports , which happens maybe once every 3 months. so then the guard looked at my passport (longingly mind you) and then said thanks. then when he got to mr sneaky, drama happened! but holland drama, which means diet drama. so the guy tried to say thathe was asleep and missed his last stop in belgium then the guard was all "no you werent even, i saw your bitch ass walking around the train at vise" so then, the guard was all " do not lie to me, i know that you know that you arent supposed to be in holland" and then the guy had to stay on the train until it went back to belgium. but the funniest thing about it was that the enitire conversation was in english. just so i could understand and tell you guys. thats all. like i said drama lite. netherlanders are soo nice.
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