There was once a sweet las named Emita
Who sent her sister a postcard each week-a.
She was freakishly tall...
But then, aren't we all?
How dearly I love my lil' chica.
This little piece of cyberspace is tended to by your friendly neighborhood international - financial - analyst by day and wanna - be - writer by night. Originally, this page was created to keep everyone back home (Austin, Texas - keep it weird!) updated on my new life in Germany. I hope you can learn a little about life in another culture as well as your own culture through this page, and maybe even have a laugh (usually at my expense) while doing so.
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
My Emita, Part II
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Get that huge freakin' plank out of your eye before you leave me such snarky, accusing comments!
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