It was a good day...
Mar. 17th, 2007 07:56 pmThat's what I though till half and hour ago, when I arrived at
aviss's house, and I spent 15 fucking minutes outside ringing like an idiot waiting for a miracle. Actually, my miracle is the always nice Adam (one of
aviss housemates)who works in the next house. Really, I was a bit desperate, because it's late, it's a bit cold and I'm exhausted.
But now I'm in my temporal home, I have the key of my new hause in Stratford (I know, I have to post a very large explanation on my adventures on my other account, sorry, maybe later...), and I have a nice hot tea in my hands.
Oh! A funny curiosity for the spanish people...
I was on the 25 bus on Oxford Street (direction Stratford) when something pick up my atention... I saw the word "spain" on some shop and OMG!!! it was Marina d'Or Ciudad de Vacaciones!!! Unbelievable!!! There are a lot of thing of Spain that are nice and beautiful, but fucking Marina d'Or is not one of them. I hate it, it's a crappy tourism. The worst part is that for a while I had the fucking music of the Marina d'Or advertisement on my head.
But now I'm in my temporal home, I have the key of my new hause in Stratford (I know, I have to post a very large explanation on my adventures on my other account, sorry, maybe later...), and I have a nice hot tea in my hands.
Oh! A funny curiosity for the spanish people...
I was on the 25 bus on Oxford Street (direction Stratford) when something pick up my atention... I saw the word "spain" on some shop and OMG!!! it was Marina d'Or Ciudad de Vacaciones!!! Unbelievable!!! There are a lot of thing of Spain that are nice and beautiful, but fucking Marina d'Or is not one of them. I hate it, it's a crappy tourism. The worst part is that for a while I had the fucking music of the Marina d'Or advertisement on my head.