going to my homeland for the weekend...
... so my mom doesn't forget that she has a son. it's been a while, and the last time we talked was one week ago, at half past eight in the morning, about social security bureaucracy. now tell me that isn't your perfect wake up: to have a phone ringing early in the morning, and on the other side of the line - so to speak - there is someone eager to talk about bureaucracy.
of course, it ruined my mood for the day.
so after two months i'm finally returning there. kinda miss them. kinda miss decent food, cheap whisky. don't miss hiding to smoke a cigarrette, though, but i suppose i could use a haircut already. anyway, see you sunday or monday.
of course, it ruined my mood for the day.
so after two months i'm finally returning there. kinda miss them. kinda miss decent food, cheap whisky. don't miss hiding to smoke a cigarrette, though, but i suppose i could use a haircut already. anyway, see you sunday or monday.
1 Comments:
Quem não sente falta da comidinha da mamã?
Sim, é Tavira. E Silves e Loulé. Gostei imenso da cidade. Mas a minha preferida é sem dúvida Silves. Mais medieval e eu sou um bocado tarada pela Idade das Trevas =P
Come back soon :)
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