My post-it home

Monday evening was a different evening at sant pere. The stank was all over as the pipes from the shower and the kitchen were full of... human leftovers. Years of contribution and hard work culminated as the kitchen floor was flooded.

Yesterday I fled to jimbo for hygiene reasons and today the house is full of post-it notes. No usar rules. Who needs showers anyway?

Christian, are you coming tomorrow? Did you tell me when?

And what happened to spring? I'm seriously tired of this weather. Usch.

Have you heard Anthony and the johnson's duet with Boy George, you are my sister? how can that be?