hola babies, again, it's been a ridiculously long time since i wrote anything here. i was talking to lucy last night and she has inspired me to write again on this thing. (you can check lucy out href="http://lucifire.livejournal.com/">here) i think my priorities got a little messy on this one and she reminded me that i write this for me. that's right! so hello me and hello anyone who bothers to check this, i probably wouldn't!

last night was my beautiful robba's birthday. he is 28! ha ha, old. when i woke him up yesterday morning i pretended his hair had gone grey. as if, he looks all of about 21, bless his lovely dimples and kind kind eyes. god i love that man.
we went to yo!below last night and there were NO massages like the website said and our own beer tap broke! but there was karaoke. which when i saw that, it did not thrill me, but we ended up having a great night and lucy did the coolest karaoke to entertain the masses. lucifire writhing on the floor doing bonnie tyler was more than you could imagine and was as named by the barmaid the best karaoke performance they have ever had, and her is your free tequila. nice.

i am so tired, i have had not enough hours sleep as usual and i can barely keep my eyes open, and i have spanish tonight which i really don't want to go to but it's only the second one and i can't miss it. i don't why i always fuck up my own shit like that. and all cause of booze. i think i have an alcohol problem. and that used to be my funny ha ha line and now i am serious. it is a bit scary. we are having a party this weekend and after that no more. and also that might have to be enforced anyway because i am having a heap of blood work done tomorrow to see if i have diabetes or a bad thyroid or god knows what. i have never felt so frightened about not feeling quite right. i am old and mortal and scared. all new feelings for me. well, not scared i am often scared.

i am going to try and fill this in for the last 4 months and remember all the cool shit that has happened because i don't want to forget. and that's why i started this here thing in the first place. one day i am gonna be really old, not just 27 and i wanna read this back and remember and tell me kids and laugh with the man i shared it and did it all with and just be happy.

well, it´s been a long time between drinks! phew. whinge whinge whinge, on the other entries. my lord.
well i´m in spain now, where it hasn´t rained on my person for many weeks and where having fun is the name of the game. having fun that is except for last week.
this time a week ago, i had the worst stomach bug known to man and ended up battling the spainish health system in 40 degree heat. finally got to see a doctor after going to pay at a bank first! he didn´t speak english, but his nurse did a bit. so between her broken english, my bad spainish and lots of hand gestures we got there in the end. thank goodness she was wearing brown pants which helped me get to the point a whole lot quicker.
having lost 5 kilos in 4 days and being weaker than a new born, you can imagine my joy at following up my hospital visit with a trip down the marble staircase at the hotel - on my arse!!!!! last week, sucked a giant dog ball.

this week however, is pumping. i have just spent all afternoon at the arabic hot baths, where i soaked to a prune and was then massaged within in an inch of my life. just waiting for the bars to open, where a big glass of sangria and free tapas await me. it is hard life sometimes.

trying to think of some highlights to jot down before i forget, hmmm......

rockabilly bars in the sierra nevadas - "did he just say breakdance?" "no he said stray cats"
sitting opposite arnold schwartzanaggers sister on the train to saint malo
the wes eye
shanty jo in the hostel in madrid
chris from nebraska´s cry of "judas priest" when he saw how big a shot of tequila dean was pouring everyone. having never heard anyone say this in my life, my beer subsequently left my mouth via my nostril.
realising i can speak spanish after 7 beers talking to a mad man with no teeth in san sebastian when it pissed down non-stop for 2 days
coming from the rain into snow covered mountains before getting to madrid - not happy jan

some things that have sucked
the stupid bar in san sebastian where the manager wouldn´t flick the switch to the electronic door so either of us could use the toilet! my subsequent delight at sneaking in behind someone else and then leaving it open for robba.
booking rooms with bathrooms and not getting them.
chango not coming to alicante
lonely planets maps

my friend, who is relatively drug-free, smoked some crack on sunday and still can't work out why she feels so bad. could it be the coke that she continued consume for hours after do i think? hmmmm, lets see, you smoke the dirtiest drug known to man and then stick copious amounts of blow up your nose for nigh on 6 hours, i can't for the life of me understand why your come down is so bad.

in other news, the boy that i have a crush on at work has quit! who is gonna give me kisses in the morning and call me gorgeous and cook me breakfast? my husband probably! ha ha. that probably sounds really bad, but me and man work so well together that he'd probably beat you up for thinking that i was awful saying something like this.

i don't know if i actually wrote this part of my xmas down yet, but i'm gonna again just in case.
czesky krumlov is a tiny little town down on the border of souther bohemia. it has a giant pink castle that is painted on the outside all over - what i mean is the bricks are painted on and the windows and fixtures etc. it is like a giant theatre set.
we arrived in this town via train and it was dark when we got there. after a minor hitch and finding someone who spoke english we made it to our hostel. it was gorgeous, all exposed beams up in our dorm and beds that you could slide together to make a double one! i love hostels like that where people have really thought it out.
anyhoo, they little guy that runs that hostel is like a little californian surfer dude. kinda out of place but very lovely. he kinda reminded me of the first boy i ever fell in love with.
we headed to the restaurant attached to the hotel with the words happy hour ringing in our ears. we ate some ok food but drank some great local beer that was cheap and enormous. we then retired to the games room upstairs for fun and frivolity. this is also where the fist absinthe of the trip was consumed. thinking about it now is turning my stomach and frightening my psyche. just after having our first shots we got chatting to a couple from dubbo. mark and natasha me thinks they were called. they were lovely, friendly and very australian. they got to watch as turn into fiends as the absinthe took hold. mark kinda liked the look of this and i ranted to them that they must try the local drink. i was responsible and told them it might send them nuts but they are adults so it was up to them. they indulged and things started rocking. we thought it best to have another shot so simone went to sort it out. she appeared at the top of the stairs with a try laden with shots and cigarettes. her eyes were already crossing at this stage, so when she dropped a pack of cigarettes no one expected her to squat down and pick them up with drinks in hand! there were squeals of horror but she weilding that tray like a demented cocktail waitress and didn't spill a drop.
i don't really remember much, truth be told. but the next thing more shots were being suggested and natashas looked like a rabbit in the headlights. mark was well into it and simone had her crazy red lipstick on so i can understand natasha's trepidation. don't what the start of the conversation involved but simone disappeared down the stairs with a parting comment to mark of "don't worry, just hush those sweet lips you foxy thing". and it was said in all seriousness! to make matters worse she told natasha to shoot her absinthe the wrong way and nearly killed the woman by telling her to breathe in when she was meant to breathe out.
many drinks later i actually had my first absinthe hallucination walking up the spiral staircase. it was like the steps were dropping away from under my feet as i stood on them. it is very strange when you realise that something you are seeing isn't really happening.
a little later simone and i ran into some guys downstairs who invited us to another bar. we were trashed and decided we were going. we walked out into well below freezing temperatures with no jackets and no direction. i think we wandered around for some time and ended by the river at the bottom of the castle. hallucination number two occurred when i was putting my camera back into my bag. i'd do the zip up and then bag wouldn't close - both ways. i spent some time doing this i think and simone eventually sorted me out.
we ended up accosting some teenagers on mountain bikes who didn't speak english but tried to tell us how to get to the bar. it wasn't working and simone told them they should dink us there. they didn't know what we were talking about so simone just stuck her arse on this kids cross bar and said go. and they did. i looked at his friend, apologised, smiled and followed suit. we had a bone shaking ride hooning down cobble stone streets at warp factor five and screaming our heads off. we got to the bar and jumped off. i said thank-you to my cabbie and simone tried to kiss hers. those ruby lips turned out to be too much for this 16 year old who could all of a sudden speak english and shooed her away saying "fuck off, fuck off"! bless him.
we walked into this bar expecting to see these hot fellas, but alas there was a bar tender and an old fella. the old fella walked up to us with his arms spread and a big grin and then grabbed simones boob! needless to say (or perhaps not) we high tailed it out of there. we asked some girls where the bar we were looking for was, only to be physically spun around and pointed at the one we wanted, right next door to the one we didn't. to be continued......

so i walked with an estimated 2 million people on saturday to say no to war. my friend just pointed out that over half that number have been killed by saddam in iraq during his reign. it's funny how you lose sight of some things isn't it? obviously war is a fucking rubbish worst case solution, but let's not forget the man in question is a fiend. i hope this all gets worked out in a peaceful way. kinda makes you think that you don't really have many problems in the scheme of things.

yesterday i was looking at this, today i am sitting in the office being spoken to like i am not even a human being by some little shit that has worked here for a month.
what fucking life is this?????? not the one i am after that is for sure. i was shitty 15 minutes after landing in london.
i had a great time in milan. i walked on the roof of a 700 year old church. i saw priceless works of art. i sat with dave in an internet cafe when i did the post below, while he was looking at dirty pictures that his girlfriend emailed him while we were away. and the hotel called the cops on us 6am monday morning for having too many people in our rooms!
rock and fucking roll life, or poxy pen pusher? it's not looking like a very hard decision today.

coming at you live from milan today. i have eaten more in the last 48 hours than i thought was humanly possible and all i want to do is eat more. the food here is great, the people are way nicer than what i was expecting and you can smoke everywhere! also, the little bit of italian i know is really coming in handy so i am pretty much loving this country.

in other news, there is no other news. the hotel that i am staying in is a balmy 34 degrees at all times so i am suffering from mega the cotton wool head. i have 8 minutes of web time left and nothing to say. what am i like?