Its been fucking a week now, and I'm close to getting depressed of al this work. Day in day out.. driving here, going there. Painting walls, and carry weights of which my back starts to hurt. I'm broken at the end of each day.
That in combination with my ever joyfull uncle, odd aunt and a freaky german woman that's staying in their house also.. My god, why did I ever go with them.
Perhaps the only luck I had this week was that I met a certain person named anne, a waitress at some Italian restaurant we went to sunday evening. I was surprised to hear that she actualy was younger then me.. and god is she gorgeous @_@
We've spend some time to