Last thing I vaguely remember about friday night was this: an exestential conversation with a thirty-seven year old transsexual over a spliff while my main man BC braided her/his/ist hair. ("its so incredibly soft!") From the moment Chris Stephenson arrived in London I ceased to think rationally and fell gloriously under the influence until ( Read more... )

I thought Paris was going to really suck. I heard that french people hate americans, and considering the recent events european attitude towards americans went from 'kind of accepting because of chance of change' to 'why are you all so stupid, what is your problem.' So i was way apprehensive (sp?) about the trip this weekend, not only for that ( Read more... )

If you look down at the tracks at any Tube station, you are bound to see little brown mice scurrying around. They are usually at the bottom of the three-tiered trench, well below the part of the track where the wheel meads the rail. Sometimes you see them scurry up the curved wall that makes it so cleverly tube-like. You can feel the floor ( Read more... )

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I went to Berlin and Prague this week. Berlin was really cool, full of fun wwII stuff. got drunk pretty much every night there, and embarrassed myself many times with my poor attempts at speaking german. Berlin is known as the techno-clubbing capital of the world. people there are seriously into rammstein. like seriously. like regular people, ( Read more... )

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whats up. i am in berlin. you are not.
just thought id rub it in.
tom.

DUBLIN. Goddamn. what an em effin city. wednesday night at 3 am i get on my bike and ride to victoria station on no sleep with nothing but my backpack. i locked my bike up there and my housemate said he'd show up by noon the next day to claim the bike. and he did, which rualed. well. I show up and check in to the hostel and eventually met up with ( Read more... )

The damn photosite lost all my pictures. i went back and updated them again. These are all from my trip to Norwich, where i visited chris.

Chris wouldnt let me take pictures of him. so when he wasnt paying attention i took a bunch.
Chris

One night i got way drunk and lost my belt. chris gave me a new one.
beltMe and chris went for a walk in the ( Read more... )

i think it goes without saying that i miss home a lot. Im glad i didnt give up my LJ because i get to read about all the people i care about and the subsequent hilarity that ensues. it would be really awesome if i could just walk out the door, hop on the tube and get off on the ellsworth-federal stop and flop down on the comfy couch and play ( Read more... )

just a quick post to add some pictures from my trip to norwich to see british chris. and one from Brighton beach.

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