It's a rainy day in Bilbao. Thursday to be exact. I've rediscovered my annoyance for being within museum walls. The Gugg is beautiful from the outside. But in escaping the rain, I've entered hell.
Old ladies sneaking and eating food. "All we are missing is wine". Tia Julia is present and accounted for.
Parents forcing their children to be cultured during spring break. Come on. They are 8!
And me. Using my second visit to the Gugg to write this post. Are the exhibits different. Yes. Some. Did I give the new ones a chance? No.
I'm that teenage-looking fuck. Sitting across from another teenage-looking fuck. Taking advantage of the sitting area or "library". Using the wifi to write this shitty post.
April 4. Happy Anniversary Queen B.
Need me to bow? Or run the world? Bitch.
