i stop moving for like five minutes and i´m totally helpless. i even bought a book to take to the beach and i´m not reading it because that´s too passive.
i wandered arequipa today. it was very good to be in a city again. this place reminds me of mexico a lot. not sure why. maybe it´s more colonial?
so between 10am and 5pm i managed to eat about fifteen empanadas, shopped in the market for mangos and bananas, visited a couple of churches, shopped for jewlery, met some surfer dudes, spent a couple hours in a gorgeous monastery, narrowly avoided being mugged and hung out with a retired military captain who bought me a candy and tamales. what else can i do to entertain myself?
i´m catching a bus at 8pm to go to chala, which arrives at some stupid hour of the morning. maybe what i need to do is drink in slight excess, and pass out on the ride. hmm. that sounds like a very safe idea.
oh and to my homofucker friend: i wear chanel, biatch.
(also, its a joni mitchell song.)
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you may wear chanel, but you'll always smell like homofucker to me.
and, since you're trying to keep us all posted, don't forget to add that the time yesterday flew by when you realized your most charming and witty hmfck was online last night. it's only fair to your fans at home to know exactly what goes on in your ventures abroad.
today, mean guy who tries to pee on people found the xmas radio station and STARTED TO SING ALONG in a falsetto to, "silent night, holy night." i swear on a stack of "when harry met sally" dvd's it's the fucking truth. AND, he was yelling at my attending today to "get out. i want to talk to MY DOCTOR. that one who wears the white trench coat."
tada.
by the way, most of the time, i don't wear anything, homo. uh huh, that's right, and nobody seems to mind.
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