Baby in a Bar

Back in New Cross. Hungover. Just burped it tastes like Chik Chicken. The most disgusting fast food in New Cross. Met the new Americans. Rewind- Went to Spain with my fam. Conclusion Madrid is nice but also a shithole. Barcalona RULES. But more importantly last night there was a baby at the bar we went to. I said I wouldnt leave the bar until the baby told me to. There was also a new american that looked like a proper FAGatron. long hair white jeans. I was going to ask if he was the surrogate child or one of the members of the strokes. Oh and apparently I have a problem with pointing.

Come to realize that I missed my little flat. I didnt miss Pauls hideous pop punk on repeat. but i missed all the others and it was nice to see them again. Tovah was replaced with another American Girl. I am counting down till Adam bones her/her friends. I havent met her yet actually. I will probably just call her Tovah despite what her name is. Esther- I missed her and our shared racist antics. She is far more relaxed now as well and might actually go out one of these nights and not be so anti-social.

When I got back from Spain there was a small flyer slipped under my door that said JESUS on it. the flyer was rather well designed with some daisys and snow flakes on the front.
in an oddly spaced paragraph it read-
Hope of the nation
Truth in each circumstance
he is the source of
heaven's light on earth.

Im not even sure what these haiku like phrases mean but I am definatly putting it in one of my collages. Sarah said that during the week someone knocked on the door. She answered and
they asked are you a fellow believer? she said yes and then they hugged her.
This seemed odd to even sarah. then they distributed these flyers to each of our doors.

more about Spain and such later/ pics of the baby in the bar. Going back to bed.