Clubs and People

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Clubs and People

One of my bestest friends spent a week here in Italy with me, so we figured it was about time to party...Te echo de menos looooca! I'm w...

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Unbelivable. (Drop it like it's hot.)

Me and Ozie are on vacation right?? Yep yep, in Italy. Cool bananas. <div>So we head today with Ema and Becky to go to the lake. So we're all in the car, me and my bro in the front, happily chatting away. Then I'm like, "Careful or we could smash somewhere and crahs the car and then we'll have to drag it back."</div><div> We don't get to cover like, six kilometers before, believe it or not, the wire of the accelerator breaks! Yep yep, it does. I have no luck with moters. Like last year, in Switzerland, that damned plane...but that's another story. Entirely. So anyway. the car stops, and thankfully we're not in the middle of some highway or a highly trafficated street. </div><div>We just sit there for a while, but soon, Ema has a lovely idea. Without using the acclerator, just the power of the moter, we're back on track. Yes yes. </div><div>So we just drive in the little roads, and about 2o kilometers per hour. Adorable. It took us an hour to get home. Think of that. Ozie was "flippando leches". We all were. But it was fun. And that's what counts.</div><div>Bye for now. Until the next freaky episode of "Life with Ezy."</div><div>I think, looking at my recent posts, that the new year is a rather wild one. </div>

Unbelivable. (Drop it like it's hot.)

Me and Ozie are on vacation right?? Yep yep, in Italy. Cool bananas. So we head today with Ema and Becky to go to the lake. So we're all...

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Adventures!

Well, Ozie went training today (mind you, she's a very talented gymnast, but that's not my point). And well, of course, when it's time to pick her up, our only car still at home decides to give up the ghost. Not cool. How's she gonna get home?<br />But hakuna matata, brilliant ideas are forthcoming!!!<br />Esy will take the bike and go to her training place to pick her up!<br />Ummm...I <span style="font-style: italic;">guess</span> if it's for poor Ozie, stuck out there all alone. Yep, I pick up the bike, all bundled up against the night wind, and set out on my quest.<br />So everything's fine just about to the moment when I'm almost in town, and then...<span style="font-style: italic;">ring, ring!</span><br />Me: Hello?<br />Non-identifed home member: Hey Esy, you can come home, Ozie's trainer is gonna take her back.<br />Me: What???<br />Non-identified home member: Umm yeah. You heard me right?<br />Me: But I just got here!<br />Non-identifed home member: Oh, well, you'll just have to...<br />Me: <span style="font-style: italic;">Click.<br />Beep, beep, beep.</span><br />Yes, I hung up on them, as pissed as I was, and turned my bike around in a huff, and began the treak upwards. (It's no small distance, those of you who've been here know.) And unfourtunately, I am not at all used to biking, I'm just fine with walking, but not biking, so ow. And the effect was enhanced by the fact that I was on an undersized bike with no air in the tires.<br />But I made it home.<br />Talking to yourself helps.<br />I have a sudden urge to accquire books, by whatever means possible. Anybody up for a belated Christmas gift??

Adventures!

Well, Ozie went training today (mind you, she's a very talented gymnast, but that's not my point). And well, of course, when it'...

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