Waking up today at 9:00 AM, getting dressed (oh look, no reasion to do that, I am already dressed), washing (nah, no I don't need that), brushing my teeth (definetly need that),.. wandering around the city (from A to B, from C to D and back), eating great breakfast (at a cafe where everybody is about 75.. eh, no more 85), buying awesome shoes, dodging the big crowds at Ha.. com.. mara (ah, I can't remember) street, trying to get into some museuems (all closed.. fuck), getting home, falling asleep, getting up, go out.
My new roommate is from Mexico, David
P.S.: The U.S. embassy is right next to my hostel, so if helicopters fly in to get the U.S. ambassodor out of this country, I'm right behind
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The U.S. won't take you. In fact,neither would we (but of course we _have_ to...)
even if your new roommate is with the mexican mafia, he's still a big improvement to the french guy...
in fact: the only thing which is worse than a french guy are two french guys... ;)
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