I think I'm drunk enough to drive you home now.




Well I'm back, with less than a resounding bang.


Truckloads of miles took me to Italy yet only a sack brought me home.


So looky what yours truly got ahold of in Florence/Rome (rhyming unintentional):

Not so much.

On hindsight U.S. would have been a better bet. What with 7 for all mankind, Juicy Couture, Donna Karan and American Eagles.

Shopping in Rome is as bland as I am intelligent/ sexy/ hot/ loveable/ charismatic/ sensible/ all of the above.

The only item i got there was the D&G tanktop.

Anyhow it was an experience. Good to know that they have loads of fat birds that don't seem to shit. Maybe they're potty-trained.

Damn, I really need another world to indulge in.

Now I'll go drown myself in Kleenex and listen to depressing songs to mourn the lack of buyables and the existence of bad decisions, dry skin and Tong Hua.

2:45 AM;

eh?