So it’s Thursday. Every day of the week i’ve been drunk. Every night. Starting on Monday. I probably shouldn’t write this down now, but… wtf. Today Julie2 (Tomate) left to Lebanon. I’m a little sad but if she’ll have fun that’s what matters.
I spent the day with her and than I got home a little hungry and with “ganas de hacer algo”. So, as you can see, when I’m a little bit drunk I start confusing things and languages. Well… no problem.
Now I want to go out. Or do I just want to spend time with him? Well… whatever. Anyway it’s Thursday, I’m still in Madrid and I’m happy. Does anything else matter? Fuck it! Madrid loves me and I love it. Or should I say HIM?
I love you Madrid!
