one includes a tap dancing scene in the middle of a bowling ally and one includes entering a jail and leaving with the interviewers as helpful castaways. i lack generic confidence. instead of asking if you want to hear something i hear something by myself. the longer im home during the evenings the more i learn about cooking asparagus. and then i feel lucky to know an Italian sud- o chef bay to breaker. and how does this all tie in? the problem is that i missed the birthday party of my life titled: arlo and celina's eighties get away. SHIT. i would've paid to see baba dressed as Tina Turner-----> hid away at alberto's final get away/ party mania for the weekend filled with lazy boys television and a quiet night of alfredo's Texas style mafia burgers. If you say you fucking hate Spain you don't know shit. TRUST ME. the longer i'm here the more i realize what places not to be at. example: independece hosting an oasis album realase party. SHIT. who can stand to listen to that for twelve hours straight? who can afford to pay five euros for a heiniken. NOT ME. so i left after my favorites yanked me. round two. the bowling ally scene: describing it with one word : analogy. why? go to the dictionary and figure it out yourself. word reference me word reference me.
ok if i dont get out of this office. ill get nowhere.
seeing alberto for the last time before he goes to leave to rome for five months with no mercy taken. hell miss the hot chorizo his mother always makes him, ill miss his milk and honey.
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