eatdixx's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- hijinks with mr plant & mr page [little horse, and manchatty, could you please enable your note settings so that we can respond to your notes? i hope you get this.] I'm supposed to be in bangcock right now, meeting up with david irish hippie and sarah spanish lady. but i didn't get up in time to catch the bus. alas. the last few days here in chiang mai have been strange. i've met two fabulous brits that have incredibly long hair and they remind me so much of zeppelin, that i've nicknamed them mr plant and mr page, and we sit and sing leonard cohen and johnny cash songs together around mr page's guitar, rolling doobies. mr page has excellent taste in music, although he likes QoTSa. Mr plant has a very varied and wide taste in music, more along the same lines as myself. we spend hours talking about nothing else, it's brilliant. i've been sleeping with one of the trek guides - Shin. he's really sexy and has these scary tatts on his shoulders, and looks so much like Aki that i almost call him Aki, but i catch myself in time. anyway as usual i got completely disgusted with myself afterwards and almost threw up on him, so i acted disinterested until he left. before that i was extremely happy to cruise around chiang mai on the back of his motorbike, going out for lunch and to MonkChat, a place where you can talk to novice monks about their beliefs. he told me he loved me. that's what made me want to heave, how can you love someone you've only met a handful of times? clearly he doesn't mean it. they throw it around so bloody easily, and say things like *vomit* I MISS YOU UPSIDE DOWN. i'm ready to leave here now, have booked a bus to bangcock for this evening, travelling with zeppelin. the people that own this guesthouse are really over Farrang at the moment, and you can really tell. clearly they are tired of tourists, and the sight of us is making them ill and angry. you can tell by their tone. so i kinda slink around with my book and dash away from the hanging out area, but there's no place chill other than these weird chairs made out of logs, which look much more comfortable than they really are. little cuntz. i can't work out why, it could be one or all of the following factors, but i've been throwing up all night and don't have much solidity happening in the bowel area. ahem. greening out; gluttony; eating meat for the first time since leaving home; eating something bacterially bad from a street vendor. he didn't wake up the entire time my body was in mutiny. 1:38 p.m. - 2004-08-21 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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