I know, I know, it's without any style to talk about money, but I just noticed that the months of not-enough-money-to-by-organic-food and shamefully oweing several people money have ended. I also noticed that in five months I will earn more money without asking for it, not because I'll work more but because I'll be older. Being an official employee is cool...
Ok, enough. Now I'm sitting here eating the most tasty chocolate in the world and drinking Weizenbier and feeling happy because things cleared themselfes. Some days ago I also cleared piles of important documents of the past 10 years and besides a mass of old bills, insurances and stuff I found a kid's swimming certificate from 1977 !
(hehe, I know, most of you were not born or not even planned to be born when I already prooved that I can swim and was brave enough to jump from a 1 m springboard. By the way, I remember when this was a hit and I listened to it on my first own radio set: "Is this the way to Amarillo / all night I've been hugging my pillow / is this the way to Amarillo / and sweet Marie who waits for me..." And I also remember when I had fights with my mother because I didn't want to wear those jeans with the 70s-wide legs, because they were just going out of fashion.)
Ok, to give this babbling a meaning, this is my conclusion:
Never believe anybody who says getting older is bad; live fast, die young is really one of the coolest phrases, but I can tell you:
Every day added to your life makes it better. Trust me.
Ok, enough. Now I'm sitting here eating the most tasty chocolate in the world and drinking Weizenbier and feeling happy because things cleared themselfes. Some days ago I also cleared piles of important documents of the past 10 years and besides a mass of old bills, insurances and stuff I found a kid's swimming certificate from 1977 !
(hehe, I know, most of you were not born or not even planned to be born when I already prooved that I can swim and was brave enough to jump from a 1 m springboard. By the way, I remember when this was a hit and I listened to it on my first own radio set: "Is this the way to Amarillo / all night I've been hugging my pillow / is this the way to Amarillo / and sweet Marie who waits for me..." And I also remember when I had fights with my mother because I didn't want to wear those jeans with the 70s-wide legs, because they were just going out of fashion.)
Ok, to give this babbling a meaning, this is my conclusion:
Never believe anybody who says getting older is bad; live fast, die young is really one of the coolest phrases, but I can tell you:
Every day added to your life makes it better. Trust me.
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There aren't many WW2 bunkers left over here. Most of them were ripped up in the 60s + 70s. There actually aren't many places to practise at all. We practise in an old building that used to be an alternative club, but got closed down because the building was condemned
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