You bet

(Cats and sexual offenders)

Well I met a girl in West Hollywood
And I ain't namin' names
Well, she really worked me over good
She was just like Jesse James
She really worked me over good
She was a credit to her gender
She put me through some changes, Lord
Sort of like a Waring blender

Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me

These young girls won't let me be
Lord have mercy on me
Woe is me
I met a girl at the Rainbow Bar
She asks me if I'd beat her
She took me back to the Hyatt House
I don't want to talk about it

Lunes 10:59
Tremendous weekend! Comet Girl threw a party at her house on Friday night.
I got home at 7:30am. I got to see cousin Sydney and Kristen, and all are well.
There were also some guys from Cadiz, down south, who were all wind instrument
musicians (clarinet, trumpet). They like to get drunk and sing civil was songs from the
old Republic. It was awesome!
Went to Maria's on Sabado evening and we just hung out, taught each other some
English/Spanish, and hung out some more. It was lovely. I taught her song lyrics:

The Who:
Squeeze box
You better, you bet

Warren Zevon:
Poor pitiful me
Lawyers, guns and money
Excitable boy

She picks up really quickly. Later in the evening I told her I loved her; to which she replied 'you better!'
Such a quick student!

Odds and Ends

I lay on the bed with you
We could make some book of records
Your dog keeps licking my nose
And chewing up all those letters
Saying "you better"
-the Who

****Close your eyes, Mum

Maria's cats continue to be a wrecking crew on my personal belongings. They
have now eaten a belt and killed two pairs of earphones for my iPod. But it doesn't
stop there! Guiness, the kitten, shoved her nose up my ass and then batted my
John Thomas from behind before she fled. And Bichito, the male, actually licked
 me in a place Mummy told me never to let strangers touch me. It was like I was in prison!
I realize the Spanish are much more open about sex than Americans, but please!
Good Flat Hunting
Still no luck. One place I went to, an old lady behind the door screamed and wouldn't
let me in. I think her children wanted her to move and I don't think she agreed with them
on this. I never even saw the place. Shame, because I could see Vincent Calderon (Atletico's
stadium) from the front walk.
Tonight JJ and I go to see the flat that belongs to Maite's parents. I hope it works out.
I feel bad being at Maite's for two weeks. I need a place of my own.
I think it's time to finish this entry. Nothing could be more exciting than being
 molested by cats. I leave you with this text Maria sent me after I left Domingo noche:
:
I met a man on on Lingo Bongo (language exchange website).
He asked me to buy a whip
He took me to Corte de Ingles to see a match
...I don't want to talk about it
POOR POOR PITIFUL ME

I'm really going to have to be more careful what I teach her. But she can still teach me a lot. She blind-folded me and did this thing with an ice cube and chocolate ice cream that was unbelievable!