in to this world we're thrown...
Well, first of all, not to sound absolutely completely insane but sweet Mary Magdalene life flows with such a smoothly twisting rhythm. So I've pretty much decided that I'm going to become an apprentice under my chef and spend the next three years earing my papers. After that, Europe, Vancouver, owning a restaurant? I don't know, but having the skills to run a business is a nice thought. But this changes my original plan for the next three years, wow, it's funny that I can stress about something that hasn't even happened yet. Fuck that, you can't change the past but you do create the future, anyone who says different is a fucking lethargic devil, as Immortal Technique puts it. Respect and love.