a wet dog

this morning it rained. i didnt realize this until i was already taking my bike out of the garage. i was soaked upon arrival. rossanna gave me sweater to put on so my hoodie could dry. i was sportin the rossanna style. fabulous really. anyway, i am back in my own clothes. and its sunny.

i think i am going to shopping this afternoon, or maybe go to teh ghetto grocery store that has been discovered and check that out. I really just want to start buying stuff though, for some reason my need to buy stuff for people is making me really anxious. kind of like christmas time really. mah, oh well, its a joyous thing, im not sure why its making me so oddly anxious. mah, blah blah blah.

i went Aosta on sunday. florence on saturday. i loved them both. aosta is about the most north western point in italy, right on the french and swiss borders. beautiful really. just beautiful. you should go if you get the chance. a six hour train ride. lots of interesting people. if a midtwenties french italian man ever asks please tell him i am engaged or married, your choice. and if you knwo whats good for you you will tell the same about yourself. unless you are a guy, in which case i suppose you arent in danger. italian trains at 2 am = the redline at 2 am but with italians that arent bums, just drunk.

i really dont feel like saying much else. only about 25 days left and ill be back in the wondrous america. i hate english, but i love americans. oh americans.