Somedays..

Have you ever just wanted to run away to China or Africa? To just disappear for 5 or 7 years? To be involved in a barroom brawl or a Civil War and several near death experiences? I have. It would be a blast! (Assuming that I would survive all sorts of near death experiences in Mongolia, Tibet, and Thailand). Then I would come home with nothing but stories, a Mongolian horseman, and scars (that have their own stories). I would almost never share any of the stories and my friend from Mongolia wouldn't either on account of his tongue being cut out in Bangkok. People wouldn't know or understand the stories, but they would see stories of adventures in my eyes. Also, they would be afraid to wake me because of my quick reflexes and the fact that I would sleep with a knife. That would be cool. Pretty much my dream boils down to people not wanting to wake me because I like sleeping in.

I’m lazy and too busy to write today, publishing this post as someone somewhere in this world wake full of thoughts about me every morning and appreciate the level of effort, I put in each day for her to read something that comes straight from me.

And, for some others, who have lost all ability to reason and make mockery of faith, I nicely ask you to never read me again and enjoy your independent internet access for Ignorant People of Australia somewhere else:)