Obsessed,

Currently dipping “Bran Sticks” into my freshly opened jar of smuggled peanut butter. Addictions are my favorite; can’t imagine needing anything more. Italy is beautiful and everything I needed it to be. Smells just like Spain: a mix of wet trash, urine, and carcinogens. I’m in love. I could tell you about my flight, but I dove head first into my bag of medicinal trail mix and there was no turning back. AND I had quite the to-do list for the plane, high ambitions to learn Italian, listen to podcasts, journal, be a REAL fucking person. but then I got high. I promise to tell you actual things once I'm done being (dis)orientated at all times. love you all. more than you'll ever need to know.

Sun Jan 18

Currently learning Italian though song:
"Rush Hour Italian: "A Musical language course for people on the go."
At this rate I can't imagine being fluent enough to function. Either way, Florence, I'll literally see you next Tuesday. Can't hardly wait.