Empty Knowledge, and Vacuous Wisdom.
I'm looking forward to talking to someone who is over 23, and under 40 years of age. Not that I don't enjoy flirting with 20 year old Swedish girls, but until you've at least read Catcher in the Rye, you're not getting a piece of me.
Shallow?
These girls probably feel the same way.
I will miss like crazy what are known as bum guns (the name pretty much covers it's usage). I shamedly jammed one up there on the first day, and I don't want to go into detail ... but ... squeaky clean, people. For those of you concerned in regards to excess water usage; I'm talking half a cup and you're done. And for those ladies out there who don't necessarily need to use a bum gum, but are ... how do you say? ... feeling a little frisky, I say go for it.
I won't miss my passport. The sooner I can throw that anywhere in my bedroom and forget-the-fuck-about-it, the better. To not stress about it as I have carried it with me for 5 weeks, to 11 destinations has been nigh on impossible.
I never thought I'd say this but I will miss the childrem. Gorgeous. Sans Souci.
I've talked about getting a scooter for a long time. But after successfully living, after driving the streets of Siem Reap, I'm going to make it happen. Anyone selling a Vespa?
I can't wait to talk to someone who knows me. Me! I know I gangle, I know I flail, and I know I can talk at a million miles a hour occasionally, but I'm shit at initial meetings. I listen, and ask good questions, but I'n nervous, and, at times, over do it. I'm a bit touchy too. Not in a nice cans, baby way, more so a I'm listening, and digging on what your talking about. It spans genders.
What I think I'm going to try to work on the most is my independence. The cliche of living, and dying alone etc is something I need to remember. I think this will be a life long struggle. But with Xanax, Lithium, and constant electro-shock therapy, I reckon I'm a good chance.
I have also realised that doing nothing requires serious planning. This is something I am getting good at. There is only so much you can do on an island that is 23 square kms big. This is today:
8:30am Wake up.
8:30:23 Go back to sleep.
9:45 Wake up.
9:47 Nap.
10:15 Get up, and shower.
10:17 Huddle under tap 1 foot off the ground because shower isn't working, for fuck's.
10:18 Amused at naked sqatting position, and scooping action.
10:20 Impressed with my ability to produce a cracking lather with tiny soap, and cold water.
10:30 General application of ointments for various rashes, and sores that came, seemingly, from nowhere. Malaria tablet. Aspro Clear depending on harshness of hangover.
10:50 Long breakfast with book.
12:00 To the beach - about 5 steps from breakfast - to swim, read, sleep, read, swim, sleep (Drinking beer included on hangover intensity).
2:00 Bungalow, for music and nap.
3:00 Long lunch with book.
4:00 Write Blog. Read The Age online.
5:00 To bar with book, and folding cash. Pool preferable (as in billiards), but content to sit alone.
5:15 Attempt to get my ipod played at bar. Success rate %85.
Here is where time does it's own thing; preperation on my behalf becomes futile. Activities may include: Swim, drink, seafood, meeting dull / interesting people, pool, cards, and moving on to bucket's of alcohol (which carries with it a whole new set of rules).
It's 5:00.
xx
Shallow?
These girls probably feel the same way.
I will miss like crazy what are known as bum guns (the name pretty much covers it's usage). I shamedly jammed one up there on the first day, and I don't want to go into detail ... but ... squeaky clean, people. For those of you concerned in regards to excess water usage; I'm talking half a cup and you're done. And for those ladies out there who don't necessarily need to use a bum gum, but are ... how do you say? ... feeling a little frisky, I say go for it.
I won't miss my passport. The sooner I can throw that anywhere in my bedroom and forget-the-fuck-about-it, the better. To not stress about it as I have carried it with me for 5 weeks, to 11 destinations has been nigh on impossible.
I never thought I'd say this but I will miss the childrem. Gorgeous. Sans Souci.
I've talked about getting a scooter for a long time. But after successfully living, after driving the streets of Siem Reap, I'm going to make it happen. Anyone selling a Vespa?
I can't wait to talk to someone who knows me. Me! I know I gangle, I know I flail, and I know I can talk at a million miles a hour occasionally, but I'm shit at initial meetings. I listen, and ask good questions, but I'n nervous, and, at times, over do it. I'm a bit touchy too. Not in a nice cans, baby way, more so a I'm listening, and digging on what your talking about. It spans genders.
What I think I'm going to try to work on the most is my independence. The cliche of living, and dying alone etc is something I need to remember. I think this will be a life long struggle. But with Xanax, Lithium, and constant electro-shock therapy, I reckon I'm a good chance.
I have also realised that doing nothing requires serious planning. This is something I am getting good at. There is only so much you can do on an island that is 23 square kms big. This is today:
8:30am Wake up.
8:30:23 Go back to sleep.
9:45 Wake up.
9:47 Nap.
10:15 Get up, and shower.
10:17 Huddle under tap 1 foot off the ground because shower isn't working, for fuck's.
10:18 Amused at naked sqatting position, and scooping action.
10:20 Impressed with my ability to produce a cracking lather with tiny soap, and cold water.
10:30 General application of ointments for various rashes, and sores that came, seemingly, from nowhere. Malaria tablet. Aspro Clear depending on harshness of hangover.
10:50 Long breakfast with book.
12:00 To the beach - about 5 steps from breakfast - to swim, read, sleep, read, swim, sleep (Drinking beer included on hangover intensity).
2:00 Bungalow, for music and nap.
3:00 Long lunch with book.
4:00 Write Blog. Read The Age online.
5:00 To bar with book, and folding cash. Pool preferable (as in billiards), but content to sit alone.
5:15 Attempt to get my ipod played at bar. Success rate %85.
Here is where time does it's own thing; preperation on my behalf becomes futile. Activities may include: Swim, drink, seafood, meeting dull / interesting people, pool, cards, and moving on to bucket's of alcohol (which carries with it a whole new set of rules).
It's 5:00.
xx
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