As we hurried out of the ZHG after our Californian Thanksgiving dinner to our bikes, to catch up with the rest of the group headed towards Nautilis: falling white flakes hit our faces. We screamed. I grabbed Lee's bottle of wine and we took pictures and brushed it off our bike seats. We rode to the bar and spent a couple of hours consuming ( Read more... )

why is it that someone elses dissatisfaction seems to all too often bring out the same in me? does everything really lie so latent? is happiness just a downward pressed palm?

what is dissatisfaction and what is just winter?

Ohhhh language barrier

I was just in the shower thinking, and I realized that I haven't stayed in the same country for an entire month since July ( Read more... )

I think I am getting to see Sigur Ros in Cologne in two weeks!

The White Stripes- Forever For Her (Is Over For Me ( Read more... )

"I seriously dont have anything I could say other than may german be with you"

My hair is its own journal.
I wake up in the afternoon and the smell of a weekend of bars, the aftermath of Korean hip hop, someone else's Marlboros, sweaty Germans freaking out to Brit pop and indie (thank God!), Doener at 5:30 in the morning and the Coldest Bike Ride Home are back with me like I haven't been trying to sleep off this hangover all

MutantTropicalia (22:39:26): "this is the ancient deer leg we found in prague"

I don't know how to say it. Another night whirls by, perhaps more debaucherous than normal, but we are all affectionate and laughing and dancing and drinking and Jacky keeps saying, I love everyone! The biggest group of drunk Americans I've ever seen (or been a part of). Then we all peddle downtown and in the bar it all comes down, poor Lee is ( Read more... )