all i can do is listen to the same song. over and over. and it is driving me fucking crazy. i hate this state of depressive-manic-post-holiday-would-you-like-to-want-me mind.
freezing cold bite in the air, german beer and mexican food. damp hotel rooms, dusty sheets, card games, jazz, metro stations on the other side of the world and you and me and my bloody brain, bowling, cheese and high up hights. our holiday was better than your taste in wine.
