Blue mountains stood proud in the distance, layers of houses rolled within the valley interrupting the artistic curves the natural beauty of the mountains beyond possessed, but still enamoured the sightseer in awe. Or at least that is how the tour guide would have described it. My words were more like “Damn that’s pretty.”
After about 8 nutella crepes, with four left to go, I couldn’t eat anymore. I was stuffed and if I ate any more I probably would feel ill. I politely refused the offer of left over sushi, meat, cheese and more pancakes, as tasty as her food is there is only so much I can eat.
We had to stop off at the supermarket to buy some foods. It was seriously exciting. I got excited about a fucking supermarket. I’m such a tourist.
It looked pretty much like a small English airport. No men with moustaches waving pasta in my face, or yelling Italian words towards my unsuspecting self. Not that I was expecting that, but if it had happened it would have been amusing.
So I’ve been watching a couple of kdramas recently, as usual, and there seems to be a bit of a toe curling theme which makes me want to stab things. My fist clenches and my brain cells line up to take a running jump in hope of a swift release. WHAT IS THE DEAL WITH…… Continue reading I Love You Brother Dearest…
Okay I can talk…. as in I make noise with my mouth and the human brain transforms that into a glorious creation of words and pictures to create meaning. I can hold conversations, I can scream my lungs out, I’m not mute I swear. I was talking… typing to a recently acquired friend, yes from…… Continue reading I Can’t Talk.
Ahhh~ Omegle. The place where online predetors try and get underage kids to do sexy things. Or in other words, the land of d**ks for men who don’t understand that PornHub exists. So I am known for my bad life decisions… however I think this may be the best worst idea I’ve ever had. I…… Continue reading The Magic of Omegle