6.18.2006
sometimes you realize you have the right friends who like the wrong things. not that they are wrong by themselves, but they don't suit your needs at all so that you are left with two choices and not one more: "the lonely heart in the uber-cool alternative artist place", or "the greatest fun of all times with the funnierest people ever in a shithole".
and i can say i know every shithole around here like my own pockets.
other times you realize that you know everything about women. at least about my girl. it's as simple as that: if i say "let's do it" she says "i don't feel like" and if i say "i'm busy i'm tired i don't want to" she says "ok i'll dry my hair and be at your place".
and now i realize that the above paragraph can be easily misunderstood: we are not talking about sex, we are talking about every SINGLE thing.
holy moly italy was a shame against US, but somebody gotta explain to them 'mericans the difference between soccer and football.
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and i can say i know every shithole around here like my own pockets.
other times you realize that you know everything about women. at least about my girl. it's as simple as that: if i say "let's do it" she says "i don't feel like" and if i say "i'm busy i'm tired i don't want to" she says "ok i'll dry my hair and be at your place".
and now i realize that the above paragraph can be easily misunderstood: we are not talking about sex, we are talking about every SINGLE thing.
holy moly italy was a shame against US, but somebody gotta explain to them 'mericans the difference between soccer and football.
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