sunday becomes eclectic.

as much as i love food, i hate the idea of a sunday brunch in frankfurt cuz it's just plain stuck-up and stupid in a pretentious little prick way.
so we ditched the plans in favour of some greentea japanese cake (that looked like soap) that we ate sitting on a dirty sidewalk in bornheim. very posh. made fun of niels, who has a hot date (?) in landesgartenschau in a small village outside of frankfurt. he, in return, made a point of ridiculing my dungarees and scorning me for wearing them in public.

that garden show made me think of alan titchmarsh and charlie dimmock.



i bet she'd wear them dungarees.

i tend to get mean, bitter and opinionated. soz'n'chips

contrary to what is expected i am very much pre-opiniated, predjudiced and
biased.
plus intrigued by candidates dress choice on a 33C fueled friday afternoon
(no aircondition).
furthemore, since am already neck deep in political correctness (or the
lack of it) i dare say that german women tend to dress appallingly in the
heat

scissor sisters have made a mindblowing record. takes you straight to the
dance floor and back to how i imagine the pre-aids era. sweat, sex'n'dance.
amazing record really.

i wish i was a gay man.

i'd wear short denim cut offs all the time. actually all the boys should wear denim cut offs all the time.