Oh my god, it's Robby!

In the words of Chris Eliot in Cabin Boy
Spent this last weekend in Batumi, its kind of like "Las Vegas"
I actually wrote a detailed description of the uhh, "encounters" I had over the weekend, it was sexually explicit, and I felt sordid just reading it
so I have decided against posting it, at least here.
Now lets get to the after effects, I am still suffering under the delusion that some good sex with a stranger will make me forget what it was like with her, you know, "The One"
And this time one of the encounters was what I would consider quite satisfying and I left Batumi clear of mind, ready for a week of classes, but the long bus back here just got to me, so much so that I was lost in thoughts of the distant past and missed my stop! Meaning I had to basically walk a couple of kilometers(in the dark) and cold, high price to pay for day/night dreams I have had oh so many times. Still, I am glad I went, rather than not have gone at all, I just think that for my next trip out of this little village, I will not care about "getting some"(It had been a long time though.) and maybe, I try understand something or someone?

mood: cold
music Dark Paradise by Lana Del Rey (I am a bit obsessed with song, its so awesome!)