Monday, December 14, 2009

You walked in, just like smoke, with a little come-on, come-on, come-on


Córdoba/Mezquita/Salón de té

We had Tres Flores and Naranja tea. mmmm.







***Thoughts:

I love having the upper hand; he's going to suffer next time I see him.
If I'm cold now I'm going to be bloody freezing in Belgium.
I should have known better than to buy skinny leg jeans. Thighs, dude, thighs.
Damn, how did I become a secret 'romantic teen comedy' junkie? Need car chase movies, stat.

Please. Please. Please. Please. Be okay. I'd give up Europe forever for that one thing.

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