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Well where to start?
Im sure theres tons to go on about.
First off, Im back from Canada, and May I add, I had a hell of a time.
In fact, My time there was so fucking awesome, It really makes me wanna move back home.
And the more I just look and observe the shit around me here, I dont see any reason really as to why I shouldnt.
No this isnt directed at anyone, by any means, theres just other places i'de rather live ... like Canada.
Dont get me wrong, I like living in the city that never sleeps - no matter what hour of the day it may be, or which day it may be, if you want something, chances are - you can get it ... unless its a bank after 5 o'clock ... thats just impossible.
I guess being from a small town, makes small town at heart ... and once your hearts back in place ... its kinda hard being away from it you know?
[I guess that would work - from a big city, makes you big city at heart, and living in a small town would more likely not be for you]
I know that because visiting a small town after being in a big city your baffled by the fact the streets are rolled up by nine.
I never made it to Michigan when I was there ... Or london ... I stayed in Goderich the whole time, and I honestly dont think I would of had it any other way ... well I went to london once, but that was a family thing.
Besides all that mumbo-jumbo I just rambled about ...
On the way back home the airlines didnt bother to card me, so I took full advantage of that and got drunk on the flight back to Vegas.
Yeah ... I was pretty much fuckked. [5 screwdrivers later] Royally.
Take it from me kiddo, being drunk at an elevation of 27000 [or something like that] feet in a confined airplane is alot different then being drunk on the ground. Take it easy on the bottles. I learned my lesson. I dont remember the last 40 minutes of my flight - I was hammered for a good while too. through the airport, the ride home. But man, it made for quite the story and experience haha.
Well im off to shower and start getting productive with something.
Im sure theres tons to go on about.
First off, Im back from Canada, and May I add, I had a hell of a time.
In fact, My time there was so fucking awesome, It really makes me wanna move back home.
And the more I just look and observe the shit around me here, I dont see any reason really as to why I shouldnt.
No this isnt directed at anyone, by any means, theres just other places i'de rather live ... like Canada.
Dont get me wrong, I like living in the city that never sleeps - no matter what hour of the day it may be, or which day it may be, if you want something, chances are - you can get it ... unless its a bank after 5 o'clock ... thats just impossible.
I guess being from a small town, makes small town at heart ... and once your hearts back in place ... its kinda hard being away from it you know?
[I guess that would work - from a big city, makes you big city at heart, and living in a small town would more likely not be for you]
I know that because visiting a small town after being in a big city your baffled by the fact the streets are rolled up by nine.
I never made it to Michigan when I was there ... Or london ... I stayed in Goderich the whole time, and I honestly dont think I would of had it any other way ... well I went to london once, but that was a family thing.
Besides all that mumbo-jumbo I just rambled about ...
On the way back home the airlines didnt bother to card me, so I took full advantage of that and got drunk on the flight back to Vegas.
Yeah ... I was pretty much fuckked. [5 screwdrivers later] Royally.
Take it from me kiddo, being drunk at an elevation of 27000 [or something like that] feet in a confined airplane is alot different then being drunk on the ground. Take it easy on the bottles. I learned my lesson. I dont remember the last 40 minutes of my flight - I was hammered for a good while too. through the airport, the ride home. But man, it made for quite the story and experience haha.
Well im off to shower and start getting productive with something.