luna_c
there's a cat on the train, frowning at the screeching of the rails. i'm with you, feline.
| bart and muni are empty. am i the only idiot going to work today? |
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| is still slogging through her 150 work emails and reminiscing about the past weeks' debauchery. |
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| clarifying: the weather in London was uncharacteristically gorgeous. and I'm glad to be back in my windy home. |
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| also, stunningly, the weather in San Francisco appears to be worse than that in London. |
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| conclusion: flying cracked out not so different from flying with sleep & no drugs in your system. |
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| club heaven in London and the gay boys are sweating! |
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| two things to love about the Tate modern (apart from the art): free entrance and portable stools. |
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| eating a pasty of dubious quality in London. |
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| did a handstand at the Grande Canale. yoga meets, um, Venice. |
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| flight to London canceled due to airline strike. stuck in Venice for the day. woe is me. |
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| Introduced my 77 yr old father to GarageBand, so we could record authentic Italian lullabies. |
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| did a handstand at the remains of the Berlin wall. yoga meets communism. |
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| si prende un aperitivo nella piazza a monfalcone adesso che e uscito il sole. |
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| have access to a laptop that i'm using to read my peeps' twitter posts. i love you, my peeps!!! |
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| spent the day absorbing Germany's crimes. spending the night appreciating the cuisine: beer. |
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| dawn. nuff said. |
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| dj trentmoeller @ club 103• in Berlin. and the girls are crumping. |
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| 3 of 3: Once again ending the evening high, listening to Depeche Mode. |
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| 2 of 3: i am in a room with more than one Rindi and more than one Caterina. |
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