Last night I went to the movies (Penis, this is a perfectly proper phrase!), to see Punch Drunk Love.
You should go see it it, it's cool.
Someone had removed the D from Damen on the door of the ladies' restroom, so it now spells "amen". That amused me.
I didn't want to go home, so I decided to go to the usual place for a bit. The music was extrodinarily good, but I didn't dance, this time, I just sat there, lost in my thoughts and feeling a little too emotional for my own good.
Maybe I shouldn't go there, because I only ever do when I am not ok, and the surroundings seem to enhance this.
Tonight I had the strangest dream, I had to write an essay for a german exam, although weirdly enough I was allowed to write it in English.
The assignment was "Why I (don't) like the Euro".
And what I wrote was this (I took on the viewpoint of a man, there).
"I don't like the Euro because the smell of the 10-euro-note reminds me of the first time I masturbated when I was 11 years old, and my mother caught me and slapped my wrists and forced me to say prayers."
This essay got described as short, but interesting, by my german teacher.
random fact #8: I dream of moving to Tasmania one day
it is the most beautiful place on the planet with the most perfect climate.
Imagine endless snowwhite beaches with crystal clear blue sea, where you will not meet anyone for miles.
If you prefer mountains, you'll get that, too, with 1000s of hidden lakes for you to go hiking or fishing.
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