FMS - A Tour of Ljubljana

Red. Yellow. Green. Teenage couple making out. Teenage couple making out. Supine drugged-out bum. Teenage couple making out. A bunch of tiny specks on the top of a turret looking vaguely like people. Gwen Stefani. B.A.N.A.N.A.S. My gay actor friend who I see everywhere. The smell of piggy. Some pizza with pickles, argula and corn on it. A really pink shirt on a really old Italian guy. A bicycle that looks like it came from Oz. Some cobblestones or sets, if you're English...and if you're here, you probably are. An old lady bum. The distracted notion that if I released a "Best and Worst" issue dedicated to LJ old lady bums would make both sections. Someone acting crazy thinking that I want to fight them because I'm using my American voice. A dude with a blonde moustache who has never seen another country other than Croatia and it wasn't even called Croatia then. A lip stud. A fast food restaurant that reduces sandwiches 30% after 4pm. The US embassy, whichs looks like a Victorian gingerbread house with a zoo of really mean dogs on its premises. Melted ice cream. Something brown and undescribable. "Brez milosti." "High quality and elegant style." Green water waiting the next rain to turn brown. The smell of magic marker. Mariah Carey. Cuz we belong together. That game in Novice where you have to put numbers 1-9 in boxes and columns and rows without repeating them. An old lady who has a little bloody dribble at the corner of her mouth. Some Hugo Boss dicksmoker who thinks he works in London. Then again, he could be English. That lepotica single mom in Trnovo, that I never say Hi to. Lumpi. Robert Magnifico as the Tuš spokesmodel. An old lady bundling flowers together in front of the tourist information office. A red train with yellow piping. A green bottle with a goat on it. Some Americans lying about how great the service was. Maxi Pony. Holland. Rog, duh. Spiky hair. A thong visible. This monitor.