Don't hate me
cuz i'm not special like you
I'm leaving Madrid in July. Where to go? Not sure.
I picked up more hours, but i didn't trust a single academy i spoke with. The economy is a disaster here. We still have 18% unemployment. The streets smell of impending doom. So....some 1,225 days into The Spanish Exile, we can see the finish line. I need more stability and less jamon. I need a change. I need a lover that won't drive me crazy. I need a pedicure.
Very wet and rainy the past few days. That's April in Madrid.
The Caps really need to win game 2 tonight, which starts in an hour.
Can I call you on the telephone, now and then?