Postcards from Italy...

Aaaaah.


So I went to a shit house-party last night. On the shit scale it was pretty near shit. It weren't even as good as this one.



Now I'm hungover.
However, on the bus this morning I was listening to Charlie's ipod. The sun was shining, I was hungover and I was listening to Gulag Orkestar on these crazy headphones that made it like a soundtrack to my life. It was like an epiphany. I think with epiphanies your meant to realise something but I didn't but it was still super loco.

v

Anyway, I've lost any eloquence I never had so I'll pipe down.

Charlie showed me this...