an overture to the commencement of a very rigid journey

rather impressed with my 24 mins 27 secs; expected worse.
came home exuberant, took friday off.
french person finished one place ahead of me. however (luckily) we did not meet. sweaty spectacle.
but nevermind.
nothing good can/ could come out of it anyway.

puffy eyed we biked to prückel




for a lazy breakfast and then off to the airport (for her), housework (for me).
i look sedated.


vera hates her hair that isn't her hair at all.




and a solitary lunch and a fortune cookie saying:
een relatie zal een nieuwe wending nemen
a relationship will take on a new dimension

which one?

french kissing.

one of my oldest and best friends is visiting.
*happy*

apart from that, B's passing through Vienna on his way to Ams where he apparently lives as of late and we meet up early in the morning and I take some of my stuff and try to keep my composure
(that i will fail)
and in the evening i run this stupid race in a 100% polyester tshirt
french person in tow.
there's news re the french person, but they're mainly stupid and blah.
ergo,
tomorrow will suck on many many levels.
on all levels possible.

theoretical girl// vodka is mean

still unsteady on me feet,
but a mean machine in da kitchen.

dinner guests make an otherwise shitty monday acceptable.