They made her legs of glass with beer in it.

In the 1930s, Winnipeg was considered the saddest city in the world. A woman with no legs, and owner of a beer factory, decided to hold a contest in the city for the saddest music in the world. People from all over the world flew to Winnipeg to play their songs - winners slid into a large pool of beer. Losers joined the American team.

I bought two used cds: Whammy! by the B52s and Don't Try This at Home by Billy Bragg.

Around 4 or 5 in the morning, I woke up. The sky was a dark blue, and it sounded like thousands of birds singing. For the birds, it's a perfectly normal hour to wake up and make a racket. And when the sun goes down, do they find their little nests and go to sleep? Do they purely live for the sun? I'd like to join the birds for a while, be awake when everyone is asleep... and go to bed when people get ready to hit the pubs and enjoy their lives. I'm sure I'm missing something in the world when it's 4 in the morning.

Este sera meu primeiro post em portuga!

What is quiffing?

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Fui nadar hoje. A piscina estava gostosa, com poucas pessoas. Tem um cara que esta sempre la, parece nadador profissional. Nadei meus 1000 metros e fui para o chuveiro. O lugar estava cheio de Russos gordos, pelados, falando alto. Minha boca estava seca. Fui pra casa, deixei a mochila, bebi agua com suco de laranja, e vim para ca com o Kevin.

Estou escrevendo em Portugues porque tem duas pessoas do meu lado, grudadinhos a mim. Nao quero ninguem lendo isso aqui - a nao ser voce!

Feliz Dia das Maes!!!

Ainda estou com sede. Quero nadar todos os dias e virar homem-peixe. Quero esticar, me moldar contra a agua. Bate perninhas bate, mova bracinhos mova. Pelas aguas sujas da piscina vou gastando minha energia nervosa e esculpando meu corpo. Se tivesse uma praia aqui, e sol, poderia finalmente pegar um bronze.

When pigs fly...