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im boycotting my fuckin house.
i want to move to goddamned amsterdam.
id pay someone real money to be there right now.

squatting, drinking wine and riding bikes. they've made a culture of it.
i get 4 or 5 hours of sleep.

edit:

all it takes is a trip to your friends house a few minutes outside of town where hippies and punks with dreads congregate, and read poetry and make wine (and offer you their vegetarian food, and use of their great pyrenees puppy to cuddle with) to rejuvenate you.
apparently there's some property for sale next to a yurt where some diy punk kids (whom i had never met!) live, and they wanna show us around tonight. im so excited!