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"Du Maurier was also the cousin of the Llewelyn Davies boys, who served as J.M. Barrie's inspiration for the characters in the play Peter Pan"

i've been reading a copy of jamaica inn by daphne du maurier that i stole from a hostel in cork and it sucks so bad

seriously

how do you lose an eyeball contact?

oh m god

i

'm so trashed that i just tried to take out my contacts and realized that the left one has been missing?

bad habit

every time i'm drunk i end up trying to speak danish to random danes. so embarrassing. needs to stop...immediately.

aspirations

i want to go back to los angeles and paint the town red

not that i want to go back to los angeles. but when i inevitably do.

elaborationadmission

i don't like all feet, just nice-looking ones

sometimes when people are talking to me and their hands are in plainsight i just want to reach over and hold one especially if they are particularly small or nice or animated but i realize this is really inappropriate unless i am drunk then i don't realize

separation anxiety

this must be some cruel joke. my departure flight from cph is at 7:55 in the morning. i'm stabbing my past trip-booking self for lack of foresight and all-around stupidity.

wtf

night of responsible drinking went well,

i jumped into a lake

realization

i think i want a wig?

less talk a little more action

when i bike really fast i get the feeling that i should be wearing a mouth guard

i'm starting to feel panicky at the thought of leaving copenhagen

dagen

going to list my day. blog.

danielle and i went to various loppe shops. i picked up a danish-english ordbog, fem kroner, and a copy of ragtime, to kroner. looking forward to reading both.

then we bought pastries filled with whipped cream from fotex and ate them on the grass in front of kilen. then we ate limeade popsicles in the holger courtyard.

we papered two walls in my room, smoked an apple, and painted portraits of each other. danielle is a forest maiden and i am a tentacled creature.

then we went out and bought the most massive sandwiches. the man was upset at us for ordering separately and forcing him to toast sandwiches in two rounds of toasting. we ate them on a bench under a tree across from the blue dog cafe.

felt like we would explode,

so ate more limeade popsicles.

napped. for what turned out to be a 2.5 hour nap. i dreamt that i had a white cat which perched on my shoulder. woke up and it was danielle's head+hair on my shoulder.

finally made it to the hvide lam, an amazizng jazz bar next to nørreport station. it's on Kultorvet and began in 1807, "En gammel hyggelig bar". jeg dansede swing med en gammel dansk mand. i had a lot of fun. the bassist was paul (wallace?), one of the men i'd seen playing in the trio outside the bar a few weeks ago. manden som dansede jeg med sagde, this was paul's last night playing - he is returning to australia tomorrow after 30 years in copenhagen.

i biked home and stjernekiggede in the courtyard. lying on the picnictabletops is perfect. did you know that the big dipper is perfectly framed by the holger danske courtyard. this is going to be useful for me: http://my.execpc.com/60/B3/culp/astronomy/Spring/Polar.html

i'll use it tomorrow. i would go back out but i'm too naked to do so at the moment.

tomorrow will be a good day for a shower.

morning is when i wake up

dreamt that i woke up and had gotten ten piercings while black-out drunk, have spent the real morning convincing myself that i don't want nipple piercings.

when you were young

i can feel my life changing.

i have just attained my last bottle of vodka. not related.

you'll want her for your valentine

For 15½ years my life was a complete and total ick. But then on the 23rd of June two things happened. I fell in love with two things. Jeff, my Moondoggie, and surfing.

dinosaur times

i had my (roast beef, ran out of salmon) bagel outside of dalgas have this afternoon. balmy. i was alone and indulged in eating like an animal. i tugged on the bagel with my clenched teeth and sat momentarily with a leaf hanging out of my mouth. dinosaur time. i killed the bagel and realized as i was leaving that a young man on a balcony directly above me had been watching me in amusement. conclusion: all my embarassing moments are made public.