Berlin... oh berlin....

If my friend Vivienne was here she and I would have definitely commented about all the CBs that are lurking EVERYWHERE! (no joke Viv)

Today while wandering the streets of Oranienburger my stomach ~ out of nowhere~ had a sudden rice attack. I can't escape it, it follows me everywhere... I searched for the first Asian food depot on the street.. I came across a sign that read "Asian Snacks". My mouth started to water as I heard jasmine, sticky, and brown calling my name. Maybe I can also throw in some dumplings if they have some. Turns out it was a Thai restaurant, no dumplings, but it will do.

While savoring the little curry rice pieces in my mouth I had another attack. This time, it was of the mind. I couldn't escape the image of a sign that was displayed on a window while walking (or running) to my rice palace. "WASH + CUT = 10 euros" 10 euros?! my god, that's cheaper than Supercuts I think.. besides, how bad can they be with a simple cut?!

It all happened so quickly. Next thing I knew, the stylist was begging me "NO, that is TOO short for you. Please, I will only cut this much." (It sounded much sexier I swear with the accent.) Unfortunately, he was not pleased when I pointed at a man sitting nearby and said " I want his hair. Boooy Cutttt. Yes, boy, short, very short, thank you! "

Well, it's done. Today was good. From rice to boy cut. This is now my life ~ feeding the need.