when we started I was scared, I did not know what to expect, or if it would work out. In only three months the distance between us would encompass an entire ocean. But after a year, I we are still here, seperated by that ocean but close. Relationships are always hard, but a longdistance relationship makes it even harder. I have not seen C███████ in nine months, though we talk often it is not enough. I hope that I will be in a positon to see more of her soon, but… I miss her. So, today marks the one year anniversary of our relationship, I just wanted to wish her a great anniversary and tell her that I love her…
Month: March 2003
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reuters on germany
Reuters just likes to pick on Germany, then again maybe they are asking for it:
Doggy brothel:
BERLIN (Reuters) – A German artist has applied for a license to open a brothel in Berlin for sexually frustrated dogs and says it will be the first of its kind anywhere…
Bad pizza leads to ax murder:
FRANKFURT (Reuters) – Unhappy with his pizza and not content with a refund, a man in Germany has gone after the chef with an axe…
Government pays for big breast:
BERLIN (Reuters) – A popular German singer who had breast implants paid for by health insurers has sparked a debate about what is wrong with country’s generous but cash-strapped welfare system…
Today’s was just not a good day for Germany in the news…
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fat tuesday
Are you drunk? I’m not, too bad, I would have liked to have gone out to a Fat Tuesday party, but had no one to go with. Oh well, I did go out over the weekend to Five with S██████, K–, J– and N——. K– had never been clubbing so, we broke her in with something a little main stream before we take her to Velvet. We went out early as N—— had a train to catch at seven in the morning. The music was a little lacking, too repetitive and flat (yea, I’m a techno snob, no it does not all sound the same.) Drinks where a little expensive, but we all had a good time, The inside of the club reminded me of a lot of the smaller clubs in London, and especially Match EC1—but without the food. I don’t know everything reminds me of something on Europe. I can’t get my time in Europe out of my head—sometimes just driving down the road I will have sudden, very vivid, flashbacks. Out of nowhere I will be recalling every detail of some place in Europe—the inside of St. Chapelle or the hall of the hotel A—– and I stayed at in Milan. I don’t know. Is it just my life is that boring since I got back or what? Oh well, it keeps making me want to go back more and more.