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rahmbamarama EPIC SPAM POSTS like a crazy person. Oh the fact that I can actually save pictures at a normal speed now is a gift that could not have come at a better time *pets laptop gratefully*.
My trip back to Vienna was thankfully not as full of UTTER FAIL!!1 as the first leg of my annual 'Let's go visit the grandpaaaaaaarents' journey was. The bus to Zell was punctual and nice and the train that DIRECTLY WENT TO VIENNA FROM ZELL AM SEE was so fucking glorious that I am seriously considering never to travel by train using the Salzburg connection ever again. So what if it's a late one and I end up getting in Vienna at nearly 10PM. I could park my ass in my reserved train compartment and not move for 5 hours! Life was goood.
AAAND I admit the ride was kind of sweetened by the fact that the dude who ended up in our compartment from Salzburg to St. Pölten turned out to be this artsy comic and eastern kung-fu movie buff called Marc with whom I ended up having a really fun and profanity-filled conversation with (much to the consternation of the mother of two bratty boys who was also there). We ended up trading numbers and vague promises to 'totally meet up in Vienna or something sometime' to geek out some more, hee. And of course, the moment he left and I settled back to chillax and wait to finally arrive in Vienna, I realized that I couldn't actually really describe his looks to you guys. He was cute enough though, in this normal and slightly scruffy way, with light brown hair that was slightly messy. One of these hip-hop fans who actually writes their own stuff too (but thankfully not (dressed like) a total tool). I actually was mostly distracted from his face because I was trying to squint at the weird tattoo he had on his left arm (...a skeleton on a playing cards background?), the right arm had the usual skater/hip-hopper star thing. It is also probably a depressing thing to note about my taste in guys, but I was kind of charmed by how his favorite adjective to designate something super awesome was "fresh". Please, if you can, imagine the following statement with the fresh being said in this austro-accent: "Des ist einfach voll fresh, oida!" akfhfakjsdhf, daww ♥
BUT WELL THAT ASIDE, I actually looked like shit myself, d'oh travelfaaaaaaaace >_>;; Should probably slap up some awesome links for him tomorrow in an email or something though, lol.
I LEAVE YOU ALL NOW WITH A PICTORIAL REPRESENTATION OF MY CURRENT STATE:
rahmbamarama EPIC SPAM POSTS like a crazy person. Oh the fact that I can actually save pictures at a normal speed now is a gift that could not have come at a better time *pets laptop gratefully*.My trip back to Vienna was thankfully not as full of UTTER FAIL!!1 as the first leg of my annual 'Let's go visit the grandpaaaaaaarents' journey was. The bus to Zell was punctual and nice and the train that DIRECTLY WENT TO VIENNA FROM ZELL AM SEE was so fucking glorious that I am seriously considering never to travel by train using the Salzburg connection ever again. So what if it's a late one and I end up getting in Vienna at nearly 10PM. I could park my ass in my reserved train compartment and not move for 5 hours! Life was goood.
AAAND I admit the ride was kind of sweetened by the fact that the dude who ended up in our compartment from Salzburg to St. Pölten turned out to be this artsy comic and eastern kung-fu movie buff called Marc with whom I ended up having a really fun and profanity-filled conversation with (much to the consternation of the mother of two bratty boys who was also there). We ended up trading numbers and vague promises to 'totally meet up in Vienna or something sometime' to geek out some more, hee. And of course, the moment he left and I settled back to chillax and wait to finally arrive in Vienna, I realized that I couldn't actually really describe his looks to you guys. He was cute enough though, in this normal and slightly scruffy way, with light brown hair that was slightly messy. One of these hip-hop fans who actually writes their own stuff too (but thankfully not (dressed like) a total tool). I actually was mostly distracted from his face because I was trying to squint at the weird tattoo he had on his left arm (...a skeleton on a playing cards background?), the right arm had the usual skater/hip-hopper star thing. It is also probably a depressing thing to note about my taste in guys, but I was kind of charmed by how his favorite adjective to designate something super awesome was "fresh". Please, if you can, imagine the following statement with the fresh being said in this austro-accent: "Des ist einfach voll fresh, oida!" akfhfakjsdhf, daww ♥
BUT WELL THAT ASIDE, I actually looked like shit myself, d'oh travelfaaaaaaaace >_>;; Should probably slap up some awesome links for him tomorrow in an email or something though, lol.
I LEAVE YOU ALL NOW WITH A PICTORIAL REPRESENTATION OF MY CURRENT STATE:
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