July 25, 2021

Smelly Girl

I have been to Austria and back and now I know the meaning of life.


I smelled bad ass on the train back to Prague today. Partially because I was wearing the same shirt I wore yesterday, and partially because I fell asleep on the train. The warm, humid train, and I sweat when I sleep. Don't we all?

I showered this morning, but I could smell my pits without putting my nose up my pits, if you know what I mean. I like how I smell, and I know that I've said this before. And, besides that, Vienna was about more than pits.

Sigmund Freud. Went to his house. The Museum of Modern Art. Controversially exciting. I watched a movie of a performance artist drinking his own pee. Actually pissing in a cup, and then drinking his pee. I hear your own urine is good for you.

But that was only part of the trip. And now I must digress.

You know what I find hard about writing my blog from Europe? I like to tell stories, and not give day to day accounts of what I've done, and it's hard to communicate through story when everyday is a new experience. Although every day should be a new experience.

And it is. Here. And I've formed many unique relationships. Fantastic ones that I hope last longer than just a promise to communicate via email.

We all make promises we can't keep, and some we can. That's part of life. And another part of life is Amsterdam.

Oh yeah, I booked a flight to Amsterdam last week. Right after Prague I will spend many a glorious night in the land of sex and drugs. and sex and drugs. and...

Posted by jamye at July 25, 2021 11:13 PM