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[28 Dec 2009|09:17pm] |
I haven't met anyone with similar proclivities, but I actually kind of like cockroaches. Maybe because I've never suffered an infestation, beyond sharing a hostel room with them in Hawaii and seeing them occasionally here and in restaurants. Mostly because they're just gigantic beetles with super long antennae like huge eyelashes, and beetles are kind of cool. They don't bite (or at least not the ones I've dealt with), they don't squirm, they don't generally crawl across one's face whilst one is sleeping (unless you have toothpaste/food on your face, you sloppy filthy pig) so they don't harbor any of the characteristics that usually bother me about bugs. I'd change my mind tomorrow if they discovered my snack stash, but for now I'm ok with the Roach.
Mosquitoes, on the other hand, are evil Fascist vampire assholes and should all die quick brutal deaths.
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| Uruguay |
[27 Dec 2009|09:59am] |
Yesterday was a good day. I met up with my Swiss friend Rahel for beach side sangria and sunset watching in Colonia Del Sac. It was wonderful to get out of the city for a while and chiiiiiill.
Tonight I'm taking a crew to San T. for drunken street dancing with the post-feria drummers.
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[25 Dec 2009|06:25pm] |
I spent this Christmas with Chileno who came to find me at the hostel, which included napping together in my tiny bed, watching Vin Diesel speak Spanish on the TV, cheese and spinach empanadas, and conversations like this:
Edu: Para lo asscrack!
Me: Para lo ass crack de Chiquito!
Edu: Donde esta ass crack de Chiquito?
Me: Ass crack muy grande de Chiquito!
Edu: Para lo Chiquito tiene un ass crack no poquito!
This is about as romantic as it gets for me these days.
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| Christmas in Buenos Aires |
[25 Dec 2009|08:46am] |
Last night was the *official* Christmas celebration of BsAs. Today is not one of celebration, but of recovery.
At about 9, I went to the Swede's apt. and had Glögg and cookies with a bunch of fun folks. Then we went out to find an open restaurant on Av. Chile, which is never closed...but was last night. We ran into a man who had come to his restaurant with his wife to use the business grill for dinner, and who took pity on our sad-faced Swedish friend and opened up his restaurant just for us. Soon we were joined by three other parties of hungry miscreants (and one stray Labrador) and our table outside expanded. For a fairly reasonable price considering, we all loaded up on asado and beer. It was fabulous.
Then we walked down to Puerto Madero and got attacked by mosquitoes watched a skinny, brown Santa in sandals and other people light various things on fire while groups of people cheered from balconies. Fireworks, in most other languages, translates to 'Artificial fire'.
Then my Slovakian roomate (Martina) and I returned to the hostel to this madness:
Fag Haggetry with Marcelo and Alex. You know when I'm the tall one that thems be some seriously wee folk:
Juan, the William Burroughs of La Rocca who suggested we 'do love' when I first arrived
(Me: Juan, you are the party master! Juan: Yes. I am.):
and when that ended at 3:30 a.m., the (suddenly very affectionate) Chileno loco showed up with his crew and we turned on some hip hop and renewed the madness until about 7 a.m. I'm supposed to go to his house for more partying today but I doubt he'll wake up until after 4. Hopefully he cooks because there is nothing open anywhere.
Tomorrow I go to Colonial Del S. in Uruguay again and bike my ass off, or fall asleep in the park/on the beach again, or both.
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| Violence |
[25 Dec 2009|05:43am] |
This week is the week of injury.
It is 5:30 in the morning here and the Uruguayan just split/pierced my lip by accident whilst play-fighting. Earlier in the week he bruised my wrist and then before that was the notorious thumb/taxi door incident. I KNOW HOW TO PARTY OKAY.
I iced it but I bet tomorrow I look like a retards anyway.
MERRY CHRISTMAS ALL!
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[23 Dec 2009|11:35pm] |
Everyone here is obsessed with Fernet. It seems like such a girlie drink to me, but dudes here especially dig it. The Colombians mix literal buckets of the stuff with Coca Cola and drink it like it's water. DROP IT LIKE IT'S HOT.
Also, this is everywhere: Thanks, Nestle.
whO eats ice cream sideways???
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[23 Dec 2009|03:46am] |
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When hanging out with dudes, it´s sometimes really hard to flirt with just one dude whilst avoiding somehow exciting the other dudes into dudely competitive action. It sucks, too, because of course I want to be at my friendliest/sexiest/most open for dude I´m flirting with, but I have to mute it whenever other dudes drift through our mutual stratosphere or they´ll pick up the wrong flirty/friendly signals and I´ll get hit on by balding Jesus again, a situation which I could live without for an eternity.
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| You gotta give for what you take! |
[22 Dec 2009|07:58am] |
I thought I'd spend the day with the pressure of my return flight hanging over my head like a giant psychological turd, but I just checked and it was LAST NIGHT
and
I MISSED IT
and
HOORAY I'M FREEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
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[22 Dec 2009|03:06am] |
I can´t wait to go upstairs and take off my shoes pants!
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[22 Dec 2009|02:36am] |
So tonight I was sitting in a luxury cab, watching the disturbing video on the back seat of the passenger seat, listening to Lionel Richie´s ´Hello´?´ and generally spacing out...I paid and exited the cab, and was suddenly assaulted by a loud, repeptitive monkey-like screeching. OH SHIT, I realized. THAT MONKEY IS ME AND I HAVE SHUT MY THUMB IN THE DOOR OF THIS CAB THAT IS ABOUT TO DRIVE OFF.
Yeah.
So I crushed the tip of my thumb entirely, but aside from what looks like a burn mark and general numbness, it´s not too bad...a little swollen. I may lose the nail. Sexy! The worst part was the utterance of the unconscious monkey noises...imitated by many an unconcerned passerby.
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On another note, globalization is fucking beautiful. I have seen Argentines fall in love with Norweigans, who fell in love with Irishmen in love with Americans, who fell in love with other Argentines who loved Chilenos who loved Russians, etc etc. It´s like that Blur song, only better. It´s amazing. I absolutely love the travel youth culture. I wish I was 10 years younger but oh well, it doesn´t seem to matter much.
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[21 Dec 2009|07:06am] |
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Here's Tori (Norway) about to embark on the Vaciopan experience, with Kevin looking on in anticipation:
After we ate the Vaciopans, teeth bleeding and stuffed to the gills, we were bombarded by Argentines who crowded into the tiny space to watch an amusing cartoon that is something like the Southpark of Argentina. I have no idea what the shit was going on, but apparently there were a bunch of zombie clowns and they were pitted against all of these various other characters, including a fat stripper who sang Britney Spears songs, Bruce Willis and God. At one point a convertible fell on a bunch of the clowns, and the pope got in and drove off.
Last night was Kevin's final night in BsAs. We went to Plaza Dorrego and he and I danced the Tango. You're not supposed to bang into other people or laugh drunkenly during the tango, but we worked it nonetheless. I miss that irreverent bastard already.
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[20 Dec 2009|09:02pm] |
Dear Sugar,
It was a brief but highly embarrassing affair that we had, that ultimately ended in heartburn, depression and weight gain.
Love shouldn't be this unhealthy. I am leaving you again, and this time I'm taking my sanity and never looking back. This is over, even if you hang out in places I frequent, looking all delicious and whispering your sweet, familiar lies. I know your tricks. I know what you're capable of.
Please don't show up in my vinaigrette or lurk around my cafe de leches. Just let me be. Time has shown that we can't be friends...it's gotta be all or nothing, and I have an allegiance to myself over all others. Plenty of people want you, you'll never be deprived of love.
Goodbye,
Nickles
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[20 Dec 2009|01:58pm] |
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Everyone down here is like 'O, you're from California? Let me sing one of these three Red Hot Chili Peppers songs to you!'
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| The Glamorous Life (of a flaming narwhal) |
[20 Dec 2009|12:26pm] |
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I've got some awesome co-workers:
More cute boys feeding me poolside...life is hard:
except here I look kinda like a narwhal sans horn about to expand my voracious jaws and devour the entire tray of stuffed mushrooms. I gotta cut back on the beer. Sadness.
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[20 Dec 2009|07:09am] |
I hate 37 year old ex boyfriends with enormous mental problems who perpetually threaten suicide.
Christ, am I gonna still be getting these e-mails when I'm 75??
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[19 Dec 2009|10:54pm] |
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Naked & clean & sleeping in clean linens in an otherwise empty room = a little slice of traveler heaven.
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[19 Dec 2009|02:57pm] |
Once upon a time there was a princess who lived in a shabby castle in the middle of an industrial city in a developing nation with a pack of wild South American carnivores who would often ask her 'Vegetarian?' because she deigned to make the occasional salad necessary for maintaining her deceptively youthful appearance.
She shared a room with 7 Bogotan dwarfs for a month or so, until mysteriously all of the dwarfs disappeared and were replaced by an enormous foul-smelling antisocial ogre, who spread his belongings across the expanse of their hovel, listened to Godawful music at top volume all day, played online games all day in underwear 10 sizes too small (with subsequent traumatizing ass crackage and more!) and harbored lofty ideas of achieving Castle Guard status.
Today, my multi-gendered non/normative friends, the princess was released from her odious and odiferous torment into the welcome solitude of an 8-bedroom room devoid of all other inhabitants for 9 glorious days! The angels sang, Jesus wept and someone, somewhere, lip-synched to Britney Spears in a dressing room while trying on clothes 20 years too young for them.
Now Santa, if you're still listening, all I want for Christmas is a handful of naked Colombianitos or Chilenitos...or a pick-n-mix of both with some Brazilians thrown in for texture. Muchagracia!
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