Wednesday, July 8, 2009
2008, "If You Could Read My Mind"
The train waits on the platform and I wait inside it. We've been warned that bad weather may throw us off, but I have some snacks and my fiance. I'm content. We're headed from Vienna to Budapest, another stop on the foreign-language tour. I've been sneezing and coughing and in love the entire way.
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Such great memories! Look! A building with flags! Good news Mr. Sandler. Fanta mimosas. Boobie game shows. I love you baby!
Don't forget croaking during breakfast at the hotel in Vienna, Cafe Heine, Bohemia Sekt and a torn-up check, and METER! Caw-caw METER!
Love you too!
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