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Last weekend we went to Amsterdam. The more often I visit this city, the more I fall in love with it. It’s beautiful, international and modern, sparkly and touristy, yet small and cosy. We biked through town all day and sat down in parks & by the canals. For some reason, despite being an incurable entertainment junky, I can spend hours on the back of a bike riding through Amsterdam, I can’t really describe it, it’s kinda magical.

When we came home the house was packed with people drinking and raiding the buffet, though it was already predictable that it would end in a rum-fueled party with people destructing the bathroom and leaving stains of cherry blossom bath bombs all over the walls. I was actually planning on getting my hair cut and it could have been wonderful. We were at this house party, the Polish barkeeper, who was the only sober person in this place at the time, was already getting excited about being my hairdresser and I felt brave & adventurous. Unfortunately, Janna’s boyfriend forgot the hair trimming machine – fuck – so nothing happend and at present I’m still fantasizing about how a new haircut would significantly change my life.

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