As a few know already I went on a trip to Germany for two weeks with my parents (oh boy!)in the beginning of May. And honestly? I have no super OMFGSHARKSWITHLAZERS stories. Really. It was peaceful. I ate cake. I didn't meet some gorgeous guy who swept me off my feet & we spent the next two weeks bumping uglies. Who I'm now carrying our love baby Hans Fritz Karphfluffel. No. Nothing that spectacular. I did meet a guy with enormous biceps, who I can only assume wrestles bears for a living. (Damn that language gap). And me being me instead of thinking "oooo i'd like to rip that fuckers clothes off with my teeth" I was like "Dude I wanna see how far you can throw me! Your arms are fucking huge!" Over muscular men are frightening. Just saying. And I have the mind of a 10 year old. Woop woop.
Currently I'm in a slump photography wise. It's embarrassing really. Face shot. Face shot. Face shot. I mean the finish line is over there! I can fucking see it! Like 50 or so shots left! But at the moment it's very much "Hey how bout a picture of my hand?" I'm not quite sure what it is that's got me blegh. My dreams have been vivid & interesting (Going from brightly colored sex dream to horror/snuff film esque blood & gore all in the matter of 3 days!). But I grab my camera & have nothing.
I lurve me some black and white.
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