In English, please...
Because every once in a while I have to post something in English, I'll do it now. And I already know what I'm gonna write about: how much of a pussy I am.
So, whoever would dare to think of me as a pussy anyway? Well, nobody, of course, cause I'm not really a pussy, and because everybody can just smell the testosterone flowing in my veins. But I have to admit that for the last 30 hours I have been a total pussy, a wuss among wusses (no homophobia, please, I just mean that... read on and you'll understand).
So, why am I such a pussy (yes, I do realize that I've used the word "pussy" a lot)? Well, it's all very simple once the context is in place. What is the context? Well, it's a long story, but I'm sure you'll keep on reading anyway... It all started like october the 4th, after a few days of staying at a random German guy's place, I got here to Siegmunds Hof (basically, the closest they have here in Germany to a campus, where a whole bunch of Erasmus people live and hang around). That's when I moved in to what was to be my home for a year. After a few hours of admiring my room (4 walls, a bed and a desk), I decided I ought to get to know a few people, so I moved my ass and got it as far as the common living room. And this is actually when it all started: I met Pedro and Jorge (and whoever the fuck, it was a long time ago), my new neighbours. That was the beginning of meeting roughly 15 Chileans and twice as much Spanish. Just to quote a few, and because they deserve it: Ruben, Tachy, Javier, Jorge, Jorge, Bernardo, Gerard, Andrea and sorry for all those I didn't mention (I still love you all) and a bunch more of people who only got there in April.
What we had for a year (or only half of it) was fantastic. Nobody can take it from us. It was among the bestest times of my life (like, short from bieng born, which wasn't all that good cause some random lady slapped my ass). We spent our year living the life Karl Marx would have dreamt of (whoever is wondering why him, you can go stuff an onion in your pussy (and I mean it literally, like, your female cat)), or maybe Eramsus for that matter. Even Tyler Durden would be jealouse (same footnote as before). We had all the laughs, all the parties, all the good times, and basically every good thing there was to have. And I'm know I'm gonna repeat myself when saying this, but fuck it. NOBODY COULD TAKE IT FROM US. Nobody, as in not a single person. But, as we all know, it's not people who decide how this world goes round, but circumstances. And for whatever fucking reason they found good enough, they didn't allow us to all stay together the aeons to come before the world collapses...
Yes, as they say (whoever the fuck is "they" ?), for every beginning there is an ending. And this is where I became the fucking pussy I was talking about earlier on (me): most of them are gone. Yes, they are gone. They have abandonned me to go back to a country where they allow a woman to be president (for the Chileans) or just basically (yes, it's probably the fourth time I say basically) far from here. And the bitchy thing about it is that all those who are gone, not having managed to sell all of their stuff, have left it all to me. So now, I'm sitting in my room with all of their stuff, therefore making it impossible for me to think about anything else than them. And yes, I miss them already. That's why I'm such a pussy: I've been crying for the better part of the last 30 hours. Crying like a big fat pussy. I think I don't have any more tears for a while...
Somehow, this is like my goodbye message to them (I have to send them the address of this blog), but at the same time it's only an introduction to what is yet to come. If ever I didn't know where to go for a vacation, that problem is now remedied. I can travel the world and see a friend on every continent (even if you count North and South America as two separate continents) (maybe except the arctic pole...).
This post is for all you guys. For every single person I ever raised my glass to, whether male or female, straight or gay, smart or stupid, friend or foe... wait, no, that last one was stupid, I'm not writing this post for my enemies. But then again, I don't really have any enemies. I love you all. You all kick ass.
(if I had some sort of smiley with a heart for my blog, it would be here)
I LOVE YOU ALL
So, whoever would dare to think of me as a pussy anyway? Well, nobody, of course, cause I'm not really a pussy, and because everybody can just smell the testosterone flowing in my veins. But I have to admit that for the last 30 hours I have been a total pussy, a wuss among wusses (no homophobia, please, I just mean that... read on and you'll understand).
So, why am I such a pussy (yes, I do realize that I've used the word "pussy" a lot)? Well, it's all very simple once the context is in place. What is the context? Well, it's a long story, but I'm sure you'll keep on reading anyway... It all started like october the 4th, after a few days of staying at a random German guy's place, I got here to Siegmunds Hof (basically, the closest they have here in Germany to a campus, where a whole bunch of Erasmus people live and hang around). That's when I moved in to what was to be my home for a year. After a few hours of admiring my room (4 walls, a bed and a desk), I decided I ought to get to know a few people, so I moved my ass and got it as far as the common living room. And this is actually when it all started: I met Pedro and Jorge (and whoever the fuck, it was a long time ago), my new neighbours. That was the beginning of meeting roughly 15 Chileans and twice as much Spanish. Just to quote a few, and because they deserve it: Ruben, Tachy, Javier, Jorge, Jorge, Bernardo, Gerard, Andrea and sorry for all those I didn't mention (I still love you all) and a bunch more of people who only got there in April.
What we had for a year (or only half of it) was fantastic. Nobody can take it from us. It was among the bestest times of my life (like, short from bieng born, which wasn't all that good cause some random lady slapped my ass). We spent our year living the life Karl Marx would have dreamt of (whoever is wondering why him, you can go stuff an onion in your pussy (and I mean it literally, like, your female cat)), or maybe Eramsus for that matter. Even Tyler Durden would be jealouse (same footnote as before). We had all the laughs, all the parties, all the good times, and basically every good thing there was to have. And I'm know I'm gonna repeat myself when saying this, but fuck it. NOBODY COULD TAKE IT FROM US. Nobody, as in not a single person. But, as we all know, it's not people who decide how this world goes round, but circumstances. And for whatever fucking reason they found good enough, they didn't allow us to all stay together the aeons to come before the world collapses...
Yes, as they say (whoever the fuck is "they" ?), for every beginning there is an ending. And this is where I became the fucking pussy I was talking about earlier on (me): most of them are gone. Yes, they are gone. They have abandonned me to go back to a country where they allow a woman to be president (for the Chileans) or just basically (yes, it's probably the fourth time I say basically) far from here. And the bitchy thing about it is that all those who are gone, not having managed to sell all of their stuff, have left it all to me. So now, I'm sitting in my room with all of their stuff, therefore making it impossible for me to think about anything else than them. And yes, I miss them already. That's why I'm such a pussy: I've been crying for the better part of the last 30 hours. Crying like a big fat pussy. I think I don't have any more tears for a while...
Somehow, this is like my goodbye message to them (I have to send them the address of this blog), but at the same time it's only an introduction to what is yet to come. If ever I didn't know where to go for a vacation, that problem is now remedied. I can travel the world and see a friend on every continent (even if you count North and South America as two separate continents) (maybe except the arctic pole...).
This post is for all you guys. For every single person I ever raised my glass to, whether male or female, straight or gay, smart or stupid, friend or foe... wait, no, that last one was stupid, I'm not writing this post for my enemies. But then again, I don't really have any enemies. I love you all. You all kick ass.
(if I had some sort of smiley with a heart for my blog, it would be here)
I LOVE YOU ALL
posted by Dr Houx at
30.7.06
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