Ok, so 24 hours ago I was sitting on a chair at the front of the Auditorium and realising that I would have to somehow, terribly, finally leave college. Right now I'm sitting on a chair in a hotel in Floro, so close but yet so far (i'm even still in this bloody country!), with everything reminding me of RCN and the final realisation that I'm going to be very alone soon coming to me like the sunlight; filtered, ephemeral and frequently obscured by fog. The hotel room isn't much in comparison to 102. Hey, i've got my own bathroom, but its quite small, and i doubt i could fit a narghila in there, even a dinky one. There's not much to say about Floro either. They fish here. Their komune symbol is fish. We ate fish today. I can smell fish from the open window. I spend another 2 days in a cabin by Sognefjord then I'll be in Oslo. What i just realised and what makes me so angry is that i probably won't be there in time to see Bianka...bollocks...
Bianka, if i don't make it, i'll have to come to Nicaragua or you come to England...
let me remind you my Spanish sucks, so you come to England, ok? good good.
Anyway, this post was meant to initiate this blog and i hope that lots of us can contribute and use it as a way to accurately measure and maintain our asskickage from all corners of the globe.
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