Haaah... I'm back from Rome. It was... awesome? great? wonderful? hot? impressing? everything, I guess. Rome, in la bella Italia, the city of tasty pizzas, busses with absolutely no amortization whatsoever, filthy metros, magnificentz monuments, an ancient air around it and hot tour guides. Yes I'm allowed to say that. I can't believe you can be like seventeen-eighteen and work for some tourict agency, but it's true and I'm happy about that. The other four bitches were hitting on him so badly I wanted to kill them but oh well father would have banished me from the hotties surroundings, so I didn't. So I restricted myself to gaping at him shamelessly (which earned me fathers eyes shooting daggers in my back) and eyeing the bitches like pieces of very old, very smelly trash, (which earned me a thankful smile from the hottie).
I made lots and lots of photos of everything I could make a photo of (except Mr Hotness, sadly, for certain reasons - hint: father, murder, apocalipse, etc) :)
I think I put on weight from all the pizzas I ate, they're so good you could live on them!
Jeez, time's up, gotta go ;)
xxx
pxy
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