Late night egg sandwiches and extra tasty cheddar
Inactivity depresses me. So I'm going...somewhere. To do something besides drink and recover and daydream and eat pies and masturbate and re-read old books and get even browner and browse myspace and look so good.
The thing is, I can't go too far. Not because New Zealand isn't big enough to contain my wanderings, but that for financial reasons I am tied to Hastings.
3 months in Hastings seems much shorter when you're 3,000 miles and 2 years away from it.
The thing is, I can't go too far. Not because New Zealand isn't big enough to contain my wanderings, but that for financial reasons I am tied to Hastings.
3 months in Hastings seems much shorter when you're 3,000 miles and 2 years away from it.