Juli is a good month.

22tracks of the best songwriters according to Nick Mulvey are filling the livingroom. Even my mother, who very often loathes my music, is enjoying it. I mean, how could you not? http://22tracks.com/#ldn/songwriters/9090 That's my favorite. Krystle Warren, fuckin' heroin. 

We're gonna be driving tonight. To Normandy, France! No work, no people, just books and beautiful medieval cities and a turbulent nature surrounding me. We don't know to which campsite we're going, just go and see where we're gonna put our tent. Our gigantesque tent. (It's not that big, but I just wanted ot use that word)

So, three weeks of French people. I know a lot of people who hate the French. I don't really know why, but I haven't actually been in any weird, repulsing, dreadful kind of situations with any French  people. I loathe Dutch people more. Culture-less assholes. 

Also I'm having a pretty bad case of laryngitis. I always liked it when my voice was a little hoarse. For some reason I thought it was quite interesting. Hahaha, I make me laugh. 

Unfortunately singing isn't very responsible. Torture! My sister got a new guitar for her birthday, so I got her old one and I just love it. I've written about ten songs in my head already. But I can't sing, so .. fuck. [That was an order]

In about five hours we'll be traveling. Six people, two cars, 100.000.000.000.000 bags, seven hours, three countries. I'm ready. France, are you? Are you ready for me? Walking disaster. Blindfolded trouble.

Lydia, over and out.

If a sigh could make you fly, I'd be in the sky.

First of all, that was the worst poetic impuls I've ever had. I hate sitting around and waiting until I have to work. I think it would have been much less bad if I didn't hate my job as well. Cashier, can you believe it? Lydia the cashier. I only have to work for four hours today, four miserable hours. Let's see ... 27 bucks. Great! I can a lot of candy with that. Am I happy? No. I don't like candy. But this took me long enough and now it's about time to leave.  Fifteen minutes left. What useful stuff can one do in fifteen minutes?

I'll see.

I greet you,

the cashier.