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I have the average - 2.4 children.
12, 7 and still gestating...
My god, is that what that is? I was blaming the girl next door for having shit music on! I remember when they used to have awesome shows on at Roundhay. The Michael Jackson one was legendary.
Robbie is in my bad books anyway cause I needed to nip back to my parents house this evening to pick up my post, but bloody couldn't due to all the shitting traffic.
Staying in tonight, and going out in town tomorrow... finally I might actually get to see the inside of Pure in The Printworks. Can't wait!
has turlough bbeen on here yet? or did he lost around ireland> hahah
I never thought I'd say this: I miss studying, it gave me something to do.
On friday we celebrated my friend's sister's 25th in a little pub in a small alley. It was quite nice tho. Something I like about those parties with a reason (birthday, graduation, whatever), since usually a lot of people come along that you know. So we had a good time, drinking and eating there, when I got a text of Mario, "hi, what are you going to do tonight?". Sounds like a chain text he sends to a lot of people, well.. I respond, "I'm in the downunder crossing Pilgramstraße/Magdalenenstraße." So I am chilling upstairs (we had the basement-room with roughly 80-110 peeps) to watch the table soccer games and decide if I should arrogate (hope it's right word) them. When suddenly I get a pat on my shoulder. Hot damn, it's mario and he took a taxi to the location.
So first of all we took a little spliffy. At the moment I was pretty sloshed already. So we drank some more, danced, when he suddenly gets a txt from a girl called Mia. She is supposed to be a nymphomaniac who had half of vienna between her tighs. Anyway, we get her from the subway and on the way to there we pass this Shisha Pub. Shisha is a turkish device to smoke flavoured tobacco (if anyone does not know). I am not a (nicotine)-smoker, but this stuff is filtered through water and tasted fabolous. So we get her, decide we give the pub a try and order a shisha. right in front of us was a widescreen TV with some japanese Kung-Fu movie with turkish translation and hebrew subtitles o.O The pub was FILLED with people from the near east and you could here terror attacks being planned (kidding).
anyway Mia couldn't have her mouth closed for 10 consecutive seconds and I notice her favorite topic is herself.
Anyway, she starts to tell something about a friend called angelika, and I know only one angelika from the name, a friend told me about her. So in my drunken state I gathed it was the same. So I called Paul, asked him to hand me angelika (I thought they would be going out together), he was really puzzled, but handed the cell. When I heard a women's voice I handed my cell to mia who began with "oh cutie-putie, candy-something."
Unfortunately it was the right angelika, or we'd have a big laugh. On the fortunate side Mia drove to them, to see them, I was happy since her babble started to make my head hurt.
Well, when the party in the Down Under disbanded I moved on with different friends and we were out till 5am. Ugh, I'm getting to old for this
On saturday I helped my father in our garden (hungover like shiz), so someday our bath and kitchen will be finished in our outhouse. We managed to finish our poopie-pump (since we don't have a sewer up there, we 'collect' it in a barrel, pump it all the way up to a canister, where we dissolve it with bacteria and put it on the compost pile.
Sunday I had to help my father in the garden again, to move away our rotting dollhouse (roughly 1,5m x 1,5m x 1,7m). It's heavy as shit, but we got it on our hanger and drove to a working collegue who has a ~2 year old daughter. We gave them the little house for her to play. I pulled my back to pieces... which I felt when playing soccer with friends (a nice 5vs5, we rent a soccer-hall for that), from 8-10pm.
Sincere condolences if you read all that.
-> lunch.