As you may have noticed - Internet is the biggest deficit in my life at the moment..but fortunately there's plenty of other things to compensate that..such as..ehm..sunshine, the Ocean..dolphins right under my window at work (imagine pouring a pint and watching dolphins playing away..well..actually I had to take out my binoculars and press myself against the window and force myself quiet every time after I screeched with excitement..every time I saw them jumping and diving into the blue Ocean again..but ..you get the picture, don't you?), Herse next to me..with Her constant panic attacks and over pouring love..and yes - it wouldn't be the same without the maturing bloody fantastic sex..which just makes you fucking smile! Few interesting people who keep reappearing on the other side of the bar. An English artist who is expecting a written report on his piece which is hanging in the Abbey..should mention that I haven't actually seen it yet..
and then there's Charlie..oh..Charlie..He's a 32 years old male from England as well..recently survived a horrific car crash, three months in coma and now rewriting his life story. He's a very spellbinding talking partner..and I'm sure that a bystander could entwine the (sexual) energy between us. Which makes the action of discussion even more interesting and passionate. But I know that I'm playing with fire..until he finds out that I'm living with someone. Surely he senses something (or more realistically has heard something) about me and Herse, and he has even failed few attempts to scrutinize about the depth of our relationship. It has been fun and very entertaining.
What else... our boss still abominates Herse..I've given up on trying to start a conversation with my boss.can't be bothered. She's an old miserable c*** who just needs a good fuck to put the bloody smile back on her face. She started working here to her mum when she was 12 years old and that was about forty years ago..still single..no children..
our housemate, Lord Darren, is a pure angel..such a sweet and innocent heart and a good company. He will be missed when we take of to our little trip..
Speaking of which..
So we are flying out on the seventh of June to Portugal, Lisbon. after long nights of calculating (hhahahaha..read out..lifting cans of beer and repeating "we should definitely start planning now.." " Yeah, we should indeed.") we decided to get the flight to Lisbon (cheapest option) and find a pair of used bikes from there. So that's the plan.. And, oh yeah, ordered Europe's road atlas yesterday..
So that's the short description of what has recently happened and just to say, that please do keep on checking my blog. I will detail it up as soon as i can pull myself together and go a bit deeper what's going on in my head..but for now..oh goodness sake - the sun is shining and it's violating my human rights to sit inside..gotta go!!!!!!
and then there's Charlie..oh..Charlie..He's a 32 years old male from England as well..recently survived a horrific car crash, three months in coma and now rewriting his life story. He's a very spellbinding talking partner..and I'm sure that a bystander could entwine the (sexual) energy between us. Which makes the action of discussion even more interesting and passionate. But I know that I'm playing with fire..until he finds out that I'm living with someone. Surely he senses something (or more realistically has heard something) about me and Herse, and he has even failed few attempts to scrutinize about the depth of our relationship. It has been fun and very entertaining.
What else... our boss still abominates Herse..I've given up on trying to start a conversation with my boss.can't be bothered. She's an old miserable c*** who just needs a good fuck to put the bloody smile back on her face. She started working here to her mum when she was 12 years old and that was about forty years ago..still single..no children..
our housemate, Lord Darren, is a pure angel..such a sweet and innocent heart and a good company. He will be missed when we take of to our little trip..
Speaking of which..
So we are flying out on the seventh of June to Portugal, Lisbon. after long nights of calculating (hhahahaha..read out..lifting cans of beer and repeating "we should definitely start planning now.." " Yeah, we should indeed.") we decided to get the flight to Lisbon (cheapest option) and find a pair of used bikes from there. So that's the plan.. And, oh yeah, ordered Europe's road atlas yesterday..
So that's the short description of what has recently happened and just to say, that please do keep on checking my blog. I will detail it up as soon as i can pull myself together and go a bit deeper what's going on in my head..but for now..oh goodness sake - the sun is shining and it's violating my human rights to sit inside..gotta go!!!!!!
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