its not easy complaining when the masters stare at you. masters, as in more than one. as in a bunch of them in an airy and aesthetic group. thats where ive beeen over the past three weeks, and frankly, they just told me to shut up and be a little happier to be me. ive seen them all- or well most of them. da vinci, raphael, botticelli, michaelangelo, bernini. monet, manet, picasso, renoir. ive seen the collosoeum and versailles. ive floated on a gondola by moonlight and oohed and aahed at the ferrari factory. spent a week (almost) at paris and fell in love with the city. not its confusing metro lines though. ive been chased across the continent by sweet love letters and a frantic puppy. Ive been jet lagged and fallen of a segway. twice. and posed in front of the Eiffel tower.
so i dont really think i can rant and rave about life, now, can i?
well knowing me tomorrow i will probably feel different. but for now, this is good.
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