It was the same Four Seasons we were booked to stay at.
My grandfather called me while I was watching Fight Club in class and left me a message saying that because of the bombings in Bali, we're going to go to Australia and New Zealand instead of Australia and Bali on Christmas vacation. Don't get me wrong, it's still gonna be a cool vacation seeing family and exploring and all that, but fucking New Zealand instead of Bali? Give me a fucking break. Now I'm just going on vacation to a version of America where people talk a little different and have kangaroos in their backyard.
The terrorists totally win this one. And for that I want to punch them in the face.
The terrorists totally win this one. And for that I want to punch them in the face.