The question is...how do i get the rest of my stuff (clothes, painting stuff) in Groningen without a car?! Now i have to carry a big backpack stuffed with clothes and shoes, a small pack for everything that doesn't fit in the big one and a big cardboard box full with canvasses, pencils, paint and books. In bus and train. Welcome backproblems and goodbye home.
Adam | Hej, hej. zegt:
Come to sweden and live in my town, I whould like to spend more time with you. Your smart and intresting, this is a town full whith assholes and hillbillys
So sweet <3
Oops, i totally forgot about my father's birthday today...
"I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry
I also mirror this apology
this idealogy of sorry
in part of the liberal theology that’s leading us to hari-kari
it’s like a mythology, almost
like a malingering ghost
as we slowly decompose
writing in the grave of the polls
cryin’ for Senator Wellstone and then proceeding to moan
at our own supposed sabotage of the elections at home
“oh somebody phone home!
the American people have spoken!”
now is that certain?
maybe those nice Midwestern folks were just jokin’
in any case there’s no use in dopin’ chokin’ mopin’ and sobbin’
come on you disheartenin’ dobbins
sayin’ sorry is my problem
so to conclude
I’m a little of a prude
so it’s difficult for me to have to allude
to all this rude crude verbal baggage
but I manage cuz I’m a savage inside
I may listen to Enya’s greatest hits
and try to control my hissy fits with pride
won’t get my hair dyed
but oh the onus of lyin’ all the time
I don’t wanna say, “diiiie motherfucker!”
but I wouldn’t mind if you did
sometimes even the nice girl’s ego has to override the id
and so before I flip my lid my crib
and get myself out of this bind
you can hear what’s on my lips but you don’t know
what’s in my mind"
Nellie McKay, ik ben fan!
I have loads of pictures but i don't want to show them. They're private. The people i've met, the places i've seen, beaches, love, wine, cities, rails. I cry everytime i see them. Memories.
It's so hard to be home. How do you call the opposite of homesickness. Travellers' disease?
Everything is so -grey- here.
" How do you feel?"
" I feel very sad, but i'm okay with it"
" I think that's how good goodbyes should be"
OMGOMGOMG Life is beautiful!
Midzomernacht in praag! Liedjes zingen! oohhhhhhh het is zo heerlijk hier.
Morgen vertrekt om 11.13 mijn trein naar Berlijn. Tot 15 juli.
En nog één keer: www.moenindetrein.web-log.nl