lean, wien, fat-inducing grilling machine

vienna. it's much better than i remember,
especially now with the ability to communicate completely in german.
the language barrier feels less here, without so much criticism.
also my relatives are unbelievably hospitable and crazy good!


everything just feels a little more in sync with my ideals here.
it makes complete sense, what with my dad and all,
but it nonetheless feels like a second home to me.
i drank a lot of beer and ate 3 chicken döners in one day again.


(the photo above is my latest self-portrait)


reasons why austria > germany :
- every döner here is a chicken döner
- almdudler is found at every restaurant and supermarket
- there are black people here
- an amusement park is open every day, no cost for entrance
- water and toilet usage are both absolutely free
- my relatives live here

Oomph!

i ate 3 chicken döners in 1 day... a new personal record!
some fatlings could eat that in one sitting for an appetizer. one day!


beer pong in treptower park turned out the be really fun,
as well as volleyball with some guy who licked mayo off the ball at one point.
very delicious overall!


jessica can braid some ukranian president-inspired hair!
candice and i became hair twins (we were already sickness twins).


jessica mixes up the gene pool and we become triplets!
the styles unfortunately didn't last forever.
perfection is temporary, i suppose.


smashed bike on street mirrored my smashed bike in potsdam.
angry drunks are the worst for beautiful wheel craftsmanship.


more jumping in the streets of berlin leads to
convulsions in the sky. i like!

black and black and feces all over

back to leipzig this weekend for an all out goth fest
and to see jessica too, of course.


i learned that goths are disgusting consumers
just like the rest of society,
and that they don't just dress like disaffected carnies
but some also like to look like LSD-addicted ravers.
well, that or halloween hotties (graphically exposed privates)


overall there weren't enough of the feral, blood thirsty kind
that chase children down dark alleyways before unhinging their jaws
and swallowing the tiny tots like tater tots... if you know what i mean.
they were more the smiling, let's-take-lame-photos-in-front-of-trees
sort of bunch, that sans human heart ate currywurst instead.


i slept on jessica's dirty laundry,
ate crepes at craig's,
and met a super bitchy visitor
whose every word incited awkward silence!
things have again been put into perspective :)


(i think she took a dump in her petticoats and/or bag)
((and i'm jealous!))

MEET SOME GOTHS:
http://www.gothscene.com/

beer pong, the double döner dilemma, and the boy with the half-rotten tooth

i wandered around mauerpark after a ridiculous weekend,
which included playing beer pong after who knows how long,
playing it for who knows how long (considering how much i drank),
eating 2 chicken döners and having the worst breath imaginable,
and witnessing card tricks with a boy with a HALF - ROTTEN TOOTH!

i managed to successfully avoid potsdam(n) for another weekend,
and had an overall great time wandering and enjoying the sites.

mauerpark was more full than i'd ever seen it before,
and the karaoke music was terrible as usual
(i think they were singing wannabe by the spice girls at this point).
i had my hair in a ponytail.


...also this happened on the way back:

i assume springing up rather than crossing one's path
means ultimate reverse bad luck and possible possession
in one's sleep. let's wait and see.