07 December 2006
My friend J, who lives in the middle of the desert, is always complaining about the lack of grass where she lives. I must say that I thought about her this morning as I was walking to the bank to pay my phone bill. I know Brazil is supposed to be paradise and all (and it is!), but we don't have much grass here, either. They cut grass here with weed-eaters if it's a large patch, and if it's small, well, the hedge clippers come out.
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I always call the city (no matter which one) the concrete jungle. Instead of grass, you get concrete. Blech.
I watched CSI:Miami the other night, and it took place in Rio, and made me think of you.
Yay! Somebody TiVo'd it and brought it to us. David Caruso in Rio is just cheesy, but it was cool to watch.
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