welcome to post #2!
I won't be introducing each post i submit, but right now this is all new and kind of exciting so...
after another evening of wining and whining with my friend Laura ( ok, this time we actually opted out for beer, but our complaining wasn't affected by the change of alcohol) i'm filled with assurance that my bohemian soul does not belong in the capitalist junk yard that we call Canada. Ok, i will be the first to admit, life here isn't so bad. But since when did my standards sink so low? With endless amounts of jobs, relationships, friendships, family woes and such behind me, I feel like i'm ready to move the fuck on.
I WANT SOME SUN!
my skin is turning gray, along with my overall outlook on life, and apparently (as i discovered today after doing laundry,) so is my wardrobe! fuck gray! i want oranges and pinks, greens and reds! i want rainbows!
So sitting on my comfy couch with Laura, i started telling her about my recent plan to move to Malta, a decision that sprung from talking with my mother the other day. " Hey, what about Malta?" were my mother's convincing words that provoked my newest desire. hmmm.. fuck it, why not?! SO..as i told Laura this plan, it turned out she is half Maltese! Which explains why she was so shocked at my choice of destination. Anyways, the irony of it all just made me more convinced that this is destiny. People may think it's crazy to leave the job that promises so much, but I'd rather be a tanned, skinny waitress than a cold, bitter Executive.
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