Stealing Denmark

Anders came and brought back all my memories of Copenhagen. I was going to wear my DIS shirt, but I thought that would be too much. Considering I didn't pay, he might have made me take the shirt off my back. I couldn't be angry at Anders though I wanted to because he refused to stow me away. He had that Danish accent + that Danish innocence that gets me every time.

I wish i could show you the Danish vocabulary cards I put up in my bathroom, but my camera mysteriously broke. There are three card in a row, one of tighty whiteys, frilly underwear only a 5 year old could pull off, and boxers posted above the toilet. Just by coincidence they match the rest of my decor. Once I find a permanent home, I'm putting them all over my house. The ones of food are going into the kitchen, naturally. The odds and ends will end up in a huge photo frame one day...

I also sized up a vending machine today. American vending machines are much more massive. Expected. No way I'll be able to tip it over to get some snacks.