Violent thoughts are all that arise in my head these days. The least violent of them perhaps would be to run away. I have it all planned out. Got some saved up cash, with which I'll battle my way across India with my best friend/dog named Kim. Then a pirate friend of mine will be sending his ship to the Bay of Bengal near Chittagong and then we'll sail the seas and discover new lands, (no you're not allowed to rain on my parade) and do it the Philleas Fogg way in 80 days. Or 79 really, if we're going east.
And after that I have no freakin idea what we'll do. Prolly drink out our frustration that we had to burn the ship.
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Go do it!
Ooh, India. Be sure to drop in and visit me (:
Will do, ladies. :)
Good luck! :p
Psst, there are pirates in Somali and Arabian Nights aren't dead either. :P
Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete
Nice to see that you're back! :D
Lovely post! =] x
Go to Spain instead. Run with the bulls. Piss them off and run for your life. Get high on the adrenaline rush. And come back.
Now why didn't I think of that?
Oh wait, that can be at the top of the list.
But teeny weeny problem.
I DON'T WANT TO COME BACK!!!
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