Amsterdam. What the Hell.

WARNING GRAPHIC CONTENT NOT SUITABLE FOR OLDER FAMILY MEMBERS OR YOUNG FOLLOWERS°°°° BE WARNED. This has got to be one of the oddest weekends of my life. I am currently sitting in a dimly lit smoke laden room set to a soundtrack of horrible 1980´s soft rock that was cast aside after one rotation in one tiny station in somewhere like Tulsa, Oklahoma, and apparently, it was cast over the sea to the oh so very awful Youth Hostel Meeting Point. Ok now Bowie is on so at least the song I am forced to listen to while sitting here is classic, not just old and stinky, like everything else. The man who just got up from next to me was breathing as if he had just ran a marathon, and apparently ingested 12 cigarettes and a bag of onions beforehand. The large Indian bartender is watching random Dutch television while strumming his acoustic guitar. The situation is so odd that I just want to burst into tearful laughter. This internet that costs me 1 euro for every half an hour is a bargain compared to everything else in this town, and my words are free, so alas this blog is a money saver for my weeping wallet. Amsterdam really is a lovely city. The canals intersect the city so picturesquely and FUCK IT JUST DELETED EVERYTHING- I`LL REDO IT LATER. AHHHHH