i realized the other day that my deoderant was making me smell like a homeless person. like i had repeatedly pissed into my armpits.
my boyfriend has two urethras.
he also has a tail.
i just remembered something about the blog entry dated january 15, 2007: when my host mother returned from the all night pharmacy she handed me some pills and a bunch of little foil packets shaped like bullets.
i turned one of them over in my fingers, studying the packaging. i wasn't really paying attention to frau dobmeier so :
hm: "blahblahblahblahblah.....im Arsch."
lb: "wie bitte?"
hm: "du musst es im Arsch nehmen."
lb: "nein!"
at that point i didn't care if i was going to die in deutchland or not. there was no way in hell i was sticking anything in my ass. when i made it out alive it made me wonder if the doctor had prescibed me suppositories just to be funny.
my job really sucks right now.
also, even though i've decided to stop collecting snowglobes, i will make an exception if that snowglobe from the Great Buddha ever comes along.
i can't wait to get out of here.
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maybe i could get rich in the circus???
then we could open that theatre we've always talked about.
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