Blackbird.
It’s partially sunny in Winnipeg.
I really haven’t been eating enough Bulgarian tripe soup as of late.
This city and all of its population need to be relocated.
My cat is retarded..
My old city continues to baffle – MAYBE BECAUSE ROADS AND FOR FUCKING CARS?
8k neighborhood walk today filled with banter and inexpensive Bulgarian lager.
Konik. Love Konik.
SOLD!!!!!
Arek photo – Vancouver Monday AM.
Amalia’s “cutting down on carbs” diet-masterplan makes stacking 3 porkchops on a teeny piece of a baguette very challenging.
Flights officially booked for Bergamo, Europe’s “capital of cheese 2019”.
Fucking idiots. Hopefully we will see less British fat drunken vomit slobs here this summer.
I live like this.
More bass.
We are dancing. No nightclub, no problem.
Planning our next trip now – leaving next week. Stay tuned.
Give a box to a cat and she will sleep for months.
Cruising around the cold beach today. Only a few weeks till it starts getting warm here again. The “hump” of winter is gone – I hope.
I sometimes wonder what my life would have been like if I chose to become a fish packer instead of dabbling in computers?
Kelly has lizards inside his hacienda in Bali. So pretty.
I need this in my life. Contacting eBay seller now.
Bulgarian dessert.
Bulgarian mortadella is sliced thick in the winter. The more good fat, the better.
