Cowboy take me away
Ok, ok - I admit it. I am not quite the city girl I made myself out to be. Waking up this morning, gasping for air in my tiny 3-square-meter room, pulling aside the curtains just to see a gray-yellow-brownish sky and smell a wonderful mixture of dead rat, burning coal and rotten tofu, my surrender to the horrors of big city life is complete. Does this mean I'm a country gal after all?
posted by Marlene in Haiti at 6:26 PM
3 Comments:
Are the cross-country skiing tracks any good in Hong Kong? You didn't have to go that far to smell rotten foods and live in tiny rooms. Next time, try Guldheden.
7:26 AM
jiihaa! Love those country gals!
By the way, I'm deeply heart by the fact that you wont answer my e-mejls. Whats that about? The e-mejls concerns stuff that might interest you, like letters from Lunds philosophical faculty and the Gothenburg dito.
If yu wont (where does the ' goes in wont?) answer my little e-mejls there will be no more horse back riding (do they like "särskrivning" in the english language, maybe it should have beeen horsebackriding? Or maybe t'was correct?)for you when you're (was this the right place for a ' in the just written word?) back!
With hillbilly love from the west gothic land!
7:32 PM
oops I meant "deeply hurt"....
7:32 PM
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