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My cure for depression: spending lots of money and getting blitzed on spliffs made from clove cigarettes and hash.
It worked nicely. Of course i stuffed myself silly on crazy mini-pizzas and Turkish boerek.
But i am no longer depressed. now I am just ill.
But anyway, I am all ready to start classes, and i am off to anexpat karaoke party tonight, should be fun. Lots of drugs and liquor, who could ask for anything more?
Now I must find a way to earn that dollar.
And find some lucky girl to share my mini-pizzas with. anyone up for a trip to berlin? the beer's on me, and i've still got some hash. . .