Today was a day of memories, I relived the infamous night in Bologna as it left my tongue, the sweet taste of the Brunello di Montalcino for New Year 2005 on Jan 2, my arrival to this beautiful, yet godforsaken town.
Dumbasses drink Budweisers. As simple as that. I waited this dumbass this budweiser, and at the time of tipping, he said he didn't have change...
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Went to the park to meet a friend and converse in Spanish with her, lest she forget it. I was glad to hear her answer my questions, which means she understood most of what was said. Five months in Chile did it for her, and conversation is rewarding.
Many who learn a new language learn only its formalities- enough to do business. But that's not the key. You have to be able to express your emotions in order to unlock the rest of the language... Nothing in life revolves outside emotions.
What I'm writing might all be crap, or it might not. I'm not in my right mind at the moment. I'm relaxed, which makes me talk just to talk. I hope you, dear reader, are able to find at least a gram of meaning among whatever crap you might find.

Peace out, folks; and chillax.

The Star of the Night.

I am a pitiful piece of plain assgrass when I am feeling sorry. Really. Tonight I was the star of the night, a shining fcuk. Have you ever spilled a whole glass of tea on a sleeping baby? I have. Did so tonight. I was cursed with a hypothetical mind, "What if I were in the child's mother's shoes?"

"Fcuk the waiter, sue the place, have him cleaning my ass for a month... "

Should I find my name in the schedule? If I were the owner, I'd say, "fcuk the waiter too. Have 'im clean the lady's ass for a moth..."

Ooh... I am the star of this night. Fireworks were shot to celebrate my being. 3rd of July, will I ever forget this date? Probably not... Would you if you were the star of that night?

1/7/2005

It's July already. wow... that means absolutely nothing. Yes, many of the few of you who read my blog might say, my birthday is in July, but that fact lies outside my perception, thus I am forced to ignore the fact that it might be your birthday, stranger. I earned sixty dollars waiting for four hours today, more than I have earned all week. I messed up a couple of times.
The last mess up happened in the kitchen, as I alternately stared at the three big slices of pizza left and at the small box they should be placed in. A small box will take four slices of pizza, you place two on the bottom and two on top, separated by a thin sheet of wax paper. This serves helps the owner spend less money on boxes, since smaller boxes cost less than larger ones. It's all about money, yes, the world is. One day the world will burn, the money will burn, and we'll go back to being monkeys.
About the mess up, I had full control over the first two big slices of pizza that would fit in the box, but the third slice slipped from the dish and down into the mop bucket. It was a graceful sight, but I feared I would lose my tip. So I told my guests "A most unfortunate incident has occurred to me, a piece of pizza was lost in the process..." and I tell you, rhetoric sure does the job...
About me, I prefer coke over pepsi, because the coke seems to have more bubbles and thus a fresher taste. But today I drank Ginger Ale. If you are wondering why, the answer is due to the fact that I have not drank Ginger Ale for a long time. And I wanted to see if the foam would clog my throat like the Ginger Ales in Honduras used to do. It didn't, and I came back home and tried a Yuengling Porter for the first time. It was good.

Peace out, folks, and don't stay up too late... Not many stores are open at this time, and sitting on your asses might get monotonous.