02 Mart 2010, Salı
saat: 03:04
dutch turk, gay turk, clueless turk.
we covered all the bases while they were here.
it is a long long street, especially on a saturday with millions of people walking through it and when you are carrying a heavy bag with you. and i though i knew my way around there, but how was i supposed to know they opened a third burger king between the first and the middle one?
whatever, it took us an hour and half but a happy reunion ensued.
-are you their translator?
-yeah i guess you could say that.
it was a great place for people watching. i even got them to meet authentic turkish guys who have been to new jersey. mission was accomplished good.
-i thought you were russian.
-you are not the first. although in this situation, you kinda are.
i miss them of course.
i know i am blessed to have such people in my life.
a movie, pizza and red wine (brought from spain for a special occasion). sounds romantic, sure. it's just that when i am not interested, i am not interested whatever impressive trick you pull.
i do have boney shoulders, no offense, not that i am supposed to apologize.
-we sure would fight a lot if you were my girlfriend.
-so we are friends?
-yeah, we are friends.
-yep. *secret fist pump*
-yeah we are friends.
-he mentions x three times!
-yeah, i knew you might not like that.
this is why i keep mer around. and other stuff.
strike two.
susan, i am starting to lose faith in you.
yeah let's say i am going with that for now.
