Laundry and Veronica

I was told just now that I need to post more often which makes no sense because I dont know that anyone reads this. I have only a handful of followers and 1 comment. BUT I will take this request to heart and do so. This is for you Veronica.

Room smells of downey

To the left you will see my laundry hanging all over my room. This is because they do not believe in driers here and because we do not have a clothesline setup for our apartment. We have a small rack that works but it is currently occupied by other fellas clothes. The washing machine is in straight Italiano and I do not know enough Italiano to read it yet, so for now I'm hoping I'm on the right settings.

In an attempt to avoid becoming a hobo I bought a new beard trimmer to replace the old one that broke upon plug in the first night here. It's a nice trimmer and will serve it's purpose well, but it will never fit in back home because it has European male parts. 

It's obvious that Rex and I are straight dank to the ladies here. On many occasions a girl has came and talked to us and neither of us know who she is--TRUE LIFE: I'M A GANGSTA. The Dr. Jekyll in me loves this, but the Mr. Hyde in me reprimands myself as I know I should get better with names and remembering who people are. Here's to a better tomorrow. 

I just booked a hostel in Florence for me and my roommate John to to stay in. We have 2 yet to be named roommates in the room this weekend. I may be someone's lady this weekend. Here's to hoping I'm not. 

Laundry filled windowsill