Hooray, Rome! Chew on this:
-Italian men stare unabashedly. Seriously, it's unnerving.
-The coffee here is so good, I wanna punch myself in the face.
-Italian waiters are not above scolding you for not cleaning your plate.
-I've seen several Roman ruins today and at each one, I've wanted to throw myself on the ground and say " Atia of the Julii..." but I don't.
-When Italian homeless people beg for money, it sounds like they're putting a curse on me. "Atia of the Julii..."
-Roman popes were a bunch of A-holes!! I thought the Coliseum was all effed up because of a battle or an earthquake or something. Nope. The popes came and looted it for the marble! That ain't right!
Alright I'm off to eat dinner and collapse into a coma. Byeee!
2 comments:
Don't accept any dolls made from woven palm from strangers. It never turnsout well.
And watch out for gay spying assassinating houseboys. Enjoy the motherland effer.
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