who needs shelter?

but mommy...can't I just stay here forever?

I just ate lunch and my waiter was the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life. not joking. sweet jesus, he unstitched me. such tall, bronze beauty should NOT be swathed in black and bringing me plates. it should be in my bed. bringing me strawberries. and pleasure. who knew that dark hair and dark eyes could look so good? and the freckles on the tan skin, god the freckles. and the failed but really cute attempts at english? I'm just struck dead. this is why I collect blondes, but when they're keepers, they're always the dark, broody type. mmm.

fangirling aside, seriously, I need to start eating out more. I can only do so much with shitty frozen vegetables. I practically licked my plate clean and it just feels so good to be full. now I know why I'm not fat yet--the food I've been eating wasn't this good.


but really, I do want to stay here. I finally feel at home. I'm getting to know more people, and they're all such genuinely nice, funny characters. the work is great, the people are awesome, the tea is like crack, and the weather is finally clearing up. it's a beautiful, sunny day despite the terrible thunderstorm last night. my laundry survived the very broken washing machine and I hung it out to dry...and it just felt homey. what's not to love?

6 days until I go to krakow, the city that (apparently) does not sleep and is overrun with loud, drunken british tourists. I can not wait to tear up this town. then I have to spend my last few days packing up my life. it's like all the sand in the hourglass turned to water...