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Some guy called Tempest, who once had a blog, had a disclaimer that stated that all his posts were induced by an emotional state, happiness, sadness, etc… but never when normal. That isn’t true, as I have recently learned.

I went to sleep a couple of nights ago and I heard this women singing. I look out my window and see a black american lady talking about gospel music and singing some songs… THIS is my new neighborhood. Quite a change, let me tell ya.

I haven’t blogged because I moved into a new flat, and haven’t been working for a while. This means no regular access to the net, ergo, no comfortable surroundings to blog. That was the excuse, or the reason that none could argue with. The more honest LeRamz would actually admit that he was going through a rough patch. That is behind me, hopefully. Existential angst and what not… work, university, carreer, and her… not in that particular order, mind you…

Anyway, I restarted smoking… I still want to stop, but I won’t force myself to go through a weird phase just in order to quit smoking. I got wasted this one night and it triggered a chain reaction which culminated in me thinking things through (I admit… thinking sucks… it always lead to negative thoughts… more on that at some point). I thought things through and realised that it was all within my hands… and I took control. Nothing resolved, but all under control. whatever.. i’m not one to philosophise.

I start work again on monday, so I’ll have somewhere to upload my photos and blog posts from… maybe I’ll finally write about rome and the other shit from earlier… maybe I’ll just drink myself to sleep and forget.

This summer is shaping up to be something fantastic, friends coming over, living with my best friends in one of the coolest (hottest?) streets in town [KastanienAllee for you who are familiar with Berlin's Mitte]…

Yup, yup. My window overlooks the street itself, kinda loud but that’s beyond the point. There’s nothing better than waking up, looking out of the window and having two hot Mitte chicks walking down the street look up at you… let me tell ya.

I fell asleep to the singer’s gospel songs…

“I’d choose jesus over silver and gold… silver and gold, silver and gold…”