Still Here
I can't believe it was February when I last wrote anything here.
Well, I'm still alive and still living where I was in February. Still haven't learnt any Italian and still haven't worked out what I want to be when I grow up. Maybe next year, when I'm 45, I'll know.
The Police Station is now a climatically inappropriate, non-self-sustaining brick thing with bright neon lights declaring what it is like a MacDonalds. It's ugly but I suppose its father (it has to be a man who designed it) loves it.
It's getting hot already. But the Mangoes will be here soon and that makes up for it.
Well, I'm still alive and still living where I was in February. Still haven't learnt any Italian and still haven't worked out what I want to be when I grow up. Maybe next year, when I'm 45, I'll know.
The Police Station is now a climatically inappropriate, non-self-sustaining brick thing with bright neon lights declaring what it is like a MacDonalds. It's ugly but I suppose its father (it has to be a man who designed it) loves it.
It's getting hot already. But the Mangoes will be here soon and that makes up for it.
posted by crazy old woman at 11:25 PM
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