I know, and I'm sorry, but the hostel at Piccadilly Square was the only thing open tonight. Arrangements will be made farther away. Perhaps in the country.
Tomorrow I hope to meet up with some friends of friends. Perhaps that's the reason I got so restless on the train. Or, at least I started to relax, sipping tea under the channel. Piccadilly, however, is the UK's Times Square, and just as comfortable. Well, do not despair, dear reader, because I don't.
I know the internet is amazing, but to what extent do you depend on it? You're cold silence disheartens me, reader. Also, what do you think about the Germans owning classical greek monuments and statues, being angered that Russia has yet to return some priceless objects to their 'home' in Berlin? Well, they do have the money, I retort.
I realize how far off in the future my dreams are, but I have this huge itch to start working. I need to pump out the Sexual Cannibalism article, and then get to applications. I am still waiting to see if a house in Spain will be lent to me. If so, expect nude photographs.
Will you please always tell folk that yr "pumping out an article on sexual cannibalism"?
ReplyDeleteAlso, on Germany owning Greek statues, etc...do you think that all nationstates should be more like the ending of National Treasure? AND, the Greeks can't be trusted with their own money, why would we give priceless art back to people who think Lesbos is an appropriate island name and who's third most popular export is sweaty orgy footage? Greece, because French people are mean?
I can't remember how National Treasure ended, but I know that the answer to that question is probably "yes."
ReplyDeleteIt ended with Nicholas Cage sullying a mansion with his semen with disturbing alacrity.
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