Blogs don't form well under pressure when I attempt them. They're not diamonds or these delicious waffles that we ate at the Albert Cyupmaarkt(?) . These are called stroupwaffles I believe, and they are made using crispy, thin waffles, though they're really more like pancakes made on a griddle I guess, since they were brown and flattish. You take two of these pancakes and you perform a secret. The secret is to add delicious syrup. You spread a dallop of syrup on one waffle and stick the other on top. Then you eat and hope it the syrup doesn't get over your clothes. But you hands inevitably end up being the sweetest things after this snack. More so than the sex museum, a slightly awkward walk past neon lit windows with girls dancing, more so even than spending a spacey afternoon in a coffeeshop, this is Amsterdam, a sticky delicious mess that probably costs too much, but whatever.
16 seconds left on the net gotta go
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dude no price is too high for sugary delicious snacks. or for amsterdam, for that matter.
one thing i've found helpful when blogging from internet cafes: try carrying a bit of paper or a journal with you, and jot down things as they occur. perhaps even write out most of a blog entry. it makes the whole thing much easier.
(what's with the comment moderation? i find it poopy.)
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