PANIC! AT THE DISCO
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Alright, am back alive. Same old gig - loads of fat birds. Florence was good, Venice even better. The only thing I remember about Rome? Lack of Chanel. Company was almost perfect. As for the food, utter shite. I guess I'll always be a cheese-prata-and-milo-dinosaur kind of girl.
I really am the embodiment of that saying, "You don't miss your water till the well runs dry." Is it right to say that? Embodiment? It doesn't sound right to say that. Should it be, "I personify the saying"? "I am the sterling example of"? Sounds odd doesn't it? Sounds a tad odd. To me. Oh God. I hate the way I'm left hanging. Must get "moving on" on my list of things to do, and make it top priority.
Being back home just feels like fifteen, fifty, five damn hundred bricks smacking you in the head. Italy went by like a big, delicious dream.
More pictures and hopefully, Joseph's entry, later on.
I really am the embodiment of that saying, "You don't miss your water till the well runs dry." Is it right to say that? Embodiment? It doesn't sound right to say that. Should it be, "I personify the saying"? "I am the sterling example of"? Sounds odd doesn't it? Sounds a tad odd. To me. Oh God. I hate the way I'm left hanging. Must get "moving on" on my list of things to do, and make it top priority.
Being back home just feels like fifteen, fifty, five damn hundred bricks smacking you in the head. Italy went by like a big, delicious dream.
More pictures and hopefully, Joseph's entry, later on.