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Furious, why?... because my long and exuberant post was just sacrificed to the great computer god never to return to this or any earthly realm... what now?... try my best to resurrect it from scratch:
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I'm sitting in a mahogany wood paneled library, next to an authentic 50's juke box, a 7 foot grandfather clock, and various other artocious accoutrements, look beyond the giant south-wall-o-window over a jungle garden, pond, guinea, peacocks, asian ducks or whatever, to the rocky hills beyond, listening to the succulent and intoxicating Pete Fountain dixieland rendition of Amazing Grace, and thinking to myself... I could really go for some Avers Pancakes.
one word: ROOTS
Scores of admirers have requested i explain the purpose of this internship and what exactly I do... well, actually just Ada, but i have a hyperactive imagination so just try to stop me. Basically, I do nothing. There, I said it. I pretty much just follow Faan around, sit in on meetings, meet his partners, associates, and enemies, and learn everything you ever wanted to know about RSA property development. I've seen the gated community projects, the gold court gated estates project, the commercial center development, the game farm development, soon I'll go see the fruit farm (agricultural development), the beach home (beach front development), and generally have a good time. I am also slated to meet a lawyer friend of Faan's, and later an international law guy friend of Faan's, and probably many other characters. In return I supply Faan, Locia, and friends with a abyssal wellsource of sensationally rich and authentic American wit and wisdom -- not for the faint of heart. Honestly, the man is the wandering Samurai of the RSA property market: he has a unique style, is unconquerable, continually finds himself in the most absurd and challenging situations, is a loyal and true comrade, unless you cross him at which point he drops you like Sprite dropped Ludacris, and he can never -ever- stay in one place, be tied down, or have to work anyone's way other than his own. Did i mention he's riotous when lightly toasted?
In other news, I'm enjoying day off number 2... and i consumed the most lustful slice of beef last night (seriously, i couldn't sleep).
One of Faan and Locia's daughter's in law just arrived with her baby and asked for the "pram." Also, i couldn't tell if it was a boy or a girl and was forced into the awkward position of having to apply a gender-specific pronoun--and i think, much like the bay of pigs, i took a stab... and missed. Also, i just saw one of their dogs run by with a dead bird dangling from its jowls... and that was some funny shit.
Currently, i here sex in the kitchen... oh, those shameful south african soaps. Gotta go, i'm neglecting guests...
/cheers
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I'm sitting in a mahogany wood paneled library, next to an authentic 50's juke box, a 7 foot grandfather clock, and various other artocious accoutrements, look beyond the giant south-wall-o-window over a jungle garden, pond, guinea, peacocks, asian ducks or whatever, to the rocky hills beyond, listening to the succulent and intoxicating Pete Fountain dixieland rendition of Amazing Grace, and thinking to myself... I could really go for some Avers Pancakes.
one word: ROOTS
Scores of admirers have requested i explain the purpose of this internship and what exactly I do... well, actually just Ada, but i have a hyperactive imagination so just try to stop me. Basically, I do nothing. There, I said it. I pretty much just follow Faan around, sit in on meetings, meet his partners, associates, and enemies, and learn everything you ever wanted to know about RSA property development. I've seen the gated community projects, the gold court gated estates project, the commercial center development, the game farm development, soon I'll go see the fruit farm (agricultural development), the beach home (beach front development), and generally have a good time. I am also slated to meet a lawyer friend of Faan's, and later an international law guy friend of Faan's, and probably many other characters. In return I supply Faan, Locia, and friends with a abyssal wellsource of sensationally rich and authentic American wit and wisdom -- not for the faint of heart. Honestly, the man is the wandering Samurai of the RSA property market: he has a unique style, is unconquerable, continually finds himself in the most absurd and challenging situations, is a loyal and true comrade, unless you cross him at which point he drops you like Sprite dropped Ludacris, and he can never -ever- stay in one place, be tied down, or have to work anyone's way other than his own. Did i mention he's riotous when lightly toasted?
In other news, I'm enjoying day off number 2... and i consumed the most lustful slice of beef last night (seriously, i couldn't sleep).
One of Faan and Locia's daughter's in law just arrived with her baby and asked for the "pram." Also, i couldn't tell if it was a boy or a girl and was forced into the awkward position of having to apply a gender-specific pronoun--and i think, much like the bay of pigs, i took a stab... and missed. Also, i just saw one of their dogs run by with a dead bird dangling from its jowls... and that was some funny shit.
Currently, i here sex in the kitchen... oh, those shameful south african soaps. Gotta go, i'm neglecting guests...
/cheers