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[07 Feb 2012|11:28am] |
I need a job. A real job. Like...an occupation. I was just sat down by the parents and talked to for about an hour and a half about how I need to start being serious about my life and go back to The Ministry. That just sounds horrible, though. I don't like the idea of that. At all. I like running around the world and working different places for a few months at a time and then moving somewhere else. Like tomorrow, I'm going to Alaska! This state in the USA. I'll be working on a fishing dock for a few months and it's going to be awesome. My parents, however, think that I'm a screw up. Bah humbug.
My dog is also fucking awesome. Madison is growing up and she's half cat I think. She rubs her head on everything and I swear she purrs. Either that or it's just a really long and consistent groan. Oh, so I broke my leg the other day. Anyone want to come over and cook for me?
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[30 Nov 2011|09:40pm] |
( Ward to Tristan )
I, ladies and gents, have just received the number of a very attractive bird at a pub. Her name is Melissa and she's from the States and, yes, she found my accent adorable. I love when girls visit from the States. They always touch your arm and go, your accent is just so cute! And then they ask you to say different things. Like on that movie...Love Actually when he has a foursome with those girls. Ah yes. Anyway.
Anyone have an owl I can borrow? The present I'm sending Tristan is going to take like...three owls. I think. Ish.
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[27 Oct 2011|02:16pm] |
I'm coming home, finally. I've been in China for a few weeks now and I really just want to sleep on my own bed rather than a very...very small bed. Horrible bars, very nice people who stared at me, good food and...yeah. Generally pretty cool. Where should I go next? I was thinking India. Or...Madagascar. Libya? Or...Canada?
( Pictures Here. )
Anyway. Who wants to go out for drinks when I get back? I'll be back tonight at some point. And I seriously feel like going out to a real bar and drinking and then sleeping for the rest of my life.
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