so, how's it goin?

I realized yesterday that for all the "I don't want to talk about the ex (who I admit, I think of more as a boyfriend at the moment) this blog is about Barcelona, damnit!" I did, my last few posts have been all about the ex. I worried this would happen once I opened that can of worms.

I suck.

Sooo....


observations about my life here. Today American Boss and I met with Mati, the Argentinian (shut up, good spelling is for losers) rockstar who was hired to do distribution. He TOTALLY looks like the lost member of Spinal Tap from the tight, black tapered jeans to the bowl/shag cut and pornstar moustache, black leather vests, skinny frame and tattoos. He seems to have his shit together, though. The thing is, with his accent he's rather hard to understand. I admit this, but I don't talk to him so much as write to him so it's okay. Then later tonight he said hi to me as he passed me on his scooter in Barceloneta, once again proving this is a small city.

Ugh, god, really not much more to report. Powers of observation are going downhill. I need sleep.

Damn Ex. Damn him.