I'm sorry I didn't regale you guys with more tales from my travels, but the whole thing was pretty much a gigantic X-rated shitshow, so I thought perhaps it would be best to end it where I last left off. Well, that, and I was entirely too lazy/occupied/drunk/lazy/drunk/sleepy/lazy/lazy during the trip to write more about it. In a nutshell, it was one of the best times I've ever had, bar none. I mean, it was three weeks with my bestest gal pals in a faraway land with no parental supervision. Need I say more than that? I saw some really cool shit, met some really cool people, did some really cool things, and had a really cool time.
Which brings me to the point: I NEED OUT OF MY MUNDANE EXISTENCE.
After that tiny droplet of freedom splashed playfully onto my tongue and I got to taste its sweet, divine glory, I've been finding myself dreaming of just taking off somewhere and never coming back. And it's a nice thought, but entirely unrealistic. So I'll settle with just moving out of my house as soon as possible. Moving to Timbuktu can wait until I've got a real job and I'm stackin' chips to the ceiling.
I don't really know what else to say. All my thoughts are flying around in my head but I don't know how to articulate them.
Though it's probably because I had a 9-hour shift at work and I got 3 hours of sleep.
Yeah. Yeah, I definitely lost my writing-boner. I'll try again later when my brain isn't mushy baby diarrhea.
Bye.
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