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Itchy feet
Jan. 23rd, 2004 12:03 amEvery morning it's a tragedy. Every day.
It's about 9AM. The long shiny train pulls out of Waterloo station, bound for lovely places in foreign lands. It's like a dream. Except I'm not on it. I'm watching with despair and envy from the other train that departs at the same time. My train is less shiny, not as long and I get off at Wimbledon, which is a nice place, but not as nice as the places the shiny train goes to. I want to be on the other train, the one that calls itself a Eurostar. It's taunting me. Every day. Waaaaah. Mooop. Strop.
BUT...
On February 12th I'll be on the shiny train. For plans have changed again, and I'm going to Bruges after all for my birthday. Yaaaaaaaaaay! Mmmmm. should be fab. Am going with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
snow_leopard and emarkienna.
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaay! :)
( Helsinki and meeses and other strangeness )
It's about 9AM. The long shiny train pulls out of Waterloo station, bound for lovely places in foreign lands. It's like a dream. Except I'm not on it. I'm watching with despair and envy from the other train that departs at the same time. My train is less shiny, not as long and I get off at Wimbledon, which is a nice place, but not as nice as the places the shiny train goes to. I want to be on the other train, the one that calls itself a Eurostar. It's taunting me. Every day. Waaaaah. Mooop. Strop.
BUT...
On February 12th I'll be on the shiny train. For plans have changed again, and I'm going to Bruges after all for my birthday. Yaaaaaaaaaay! Mmmmm. should be fab. Am going with
snow_leopard and emarkienna.Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaay! :)
( Helsinki and meeses and other strangeness )
