Jun. 18th, 2008 02:29 pm
xans: Xans (Galactic Peace)
I got this in an email recently:

Do the math on the Paul McCartney - Heather Mills divorce.

After only five (5) years of marriage, he paid her $49 million to dissolve the marriage.

Assuming he banged her every night during their five (5) year relationship (and being married men, we all know THAT doesn't happen), it ends up costing him a mere $26,835 per lay, not counting attorney's fees and court costs.

On the other hand, Elliot Spitzer's call girl, Kristen charges $4,000 an hour - crazy, right?

But... had Paul McCartney employed Kristen for five (5) years, he would've paid $7.3 million for an hour of sex every night for five years (a savings of $41+ million).

Value-added benefits are:

· A 22 year old hot babe;
· No begging;
· No coaxing;
· Never a headache;
· Wide open menu;
· Ability to put BOTH legs around you;
· No bitching or complaining;
· No 'to do' lists.

Best of all, she leaves when you're done and she returns the next day, ready for another round.

All, at a small fraction (1/7th) of the cost with none of those annoying and pricey legal fees.

After doing all the math. Would you own or rent?

I forwarded it on to my darling man, who, naturally, had a thing or two to say...

Haha This raises some good points. However i have a
* 22 yr old hot babe
* A little begging now and then
* A little coaxing now and then
* Headache?? I have Panadol!!!
* mmmmm wide open menu
* Both legs around me
* No bitching and only a little complaining
* no to do lists

So I think i will stick to owning

Love and adore you my darling

Hee. One of the guys who works in the trade department in Mega found out the age difference between us, and the fact we have lived together since shortly after we got together. His new goal is to grow up to be just like my darling.

xans: Xans (Borg Physics)
Not normally scared of earthquakes... hell, I remember that 6.8 one all those years ago... but still, slightly freaky to hear ominous rumbling and then have the house start shaking, and not knowing how bad it's gonna be. Thankfully... not bad.

But speaking of earthquakes... There was that huge earthquake in Hawkes Bay on Feb 3, 1931. Like, every kiwi knows about it, right? Well, my grandmother was in that earthquake. And my mum has been reading through her old diaries, and came across the entries leading up to and just after that disaster.

For the sake of posterity )

Any and all errors are of my mother's making. :P

xans: Xans (Polaroid)

Lost Black Books DVDs have been found, yay.

Am home from all that oh-so-fun babysitting (well, mostly fun, except for Savannah, and Wednesday when we also had Izayah and I got a fucking headache that took two neurofen and a bottle of water to get rid of). Which is nice. Did chore type stuff this morning, and actually joined Dad and Suzy for lunch, which I haven't done in some time.

Dad washed his van. Funny thing, I never really paid attention, compared to everyone else who pointed out that a white van is not meant to be green or, as dad discovered while he scrubbed it down, had lichen growing on it. Reminds me somewhat of the van Gary owned when we first moved back to NZ, and it had moss growing inside along the windowseals.

Discovered via [livejournal.com profile] dduane that apparently the best way to kill all the bacteria and stuff in sponges is to microwave it. Cool.

...just discovered I missed a fingernail to be trimmed... cut them and my toenails yesterday and just now realised I'd not got this one? Oops. Random crazy me.

Computer is fussy fritzy and could crash at any moment, so I better post this 'fore I lose it all, even if it was autosaved mebbe a minute or so ago.

xans: Xans (Needle)
Sunday, I came home from work and promptly had a hot bath to soak in, 'cause I was tired and dirty... anyway, cleaned up and everything, and discovered in a discussion with Suzy afterwards that Dad had just cleaned the bathroom earlier that day. So I just sorta undid all his hard work. But then, this afternoon, I finally got to doing my chore of mopping the floors, and had Dad promptly walk over the part of floor I'd just mopped. So he got his own back, in a way.

Was all set to sleep in the morning, but decided to get up just after nine... and it's just as well, since the lawn mower ladies showed up not long after and it would have been hard to sleep through that. I did laundry instead. And then I straightened my hair.

Mmm, parcel for my brother from mum arrived. There's an acryllic blanket in there that's for me. At least, I figure it's for me. Mum said there was something in the parcel for me, and I looked at the customs thingy... anyway, the acryllic blanket is to replace the one that has been misplaced/lost in the move of my shit from the States to down here. At least, I still haven't found it if it even made it here. Anyway, better email her and let her know it arrived safe and sound.

Dunno why, seem to be playing at Domestic Goddess today. Mopping, laundry, changing my sheets, and then I baked some cheese muffins this afternoon. Mmm. Cheesy muffin goodness.

No idea what I'm going to make myself for tea tonight. What goes with cheese muffins? Probably something with bacon.

xans: Xans (Lost marbles)

I feel like a very boring person at the moment. Nothing particularly noteworthy to say. There's studying, there's reading, there's TV, there's Grant, there's good weather and shitty weather... there's looming PMS, I think. There's a decent email for Matt to be written, but the right words elude me.

I needwant a new fic obsession. And a pony.

xans: Xans (Jayne)
It is a beautiful, wonderful, gorgeous day out there. Sososososos v. nice. So why'm I here? Why am I not out basking in the sunlight, dressed as I am? (knee high socks, schoolgirl pleated skirt, purply-pink tube top, y'know, skank that I am) Well, I'm here to inform [livejournal.com profile] shiseiji that the parcel arrived Monday, I didn't find out 'til Tuesday, and didn't get to pick it up until today, Thursday. But zomg zomg. Sugar rush already. Aaaaand yeah. Love, much love. :D

Anyway, you know when you're talking about something, and your mouth just takes over and says something you didn't mean to say? And I don't mean, you suddenly offer a blunt opinion that upsets someone, but like, you mess up your words or have a case of spoonerisms. Happened the other day, Friday, I was at Grant's and somehow it came up that, slim as we both were, my wide hips were good at taking up a lot of the space. (I may not have [livejournal.com profile] shiseiji's gigantic birthing hips, but they're wide enough, that's for sure) Well, Grant went to say, "Wide hips" but it came out "Wild hips." Funny enough on its own...

It just gave me this hilarious visual of a bunch of bare hips grazing on a plain. They'd just be plodding along in their herds, 'til someone came along to rustle some up or something... then there'd be panic, and these stampeding wild hips... it was a funny visual, anywho.

Yesterday I was all geared up not to see Grant, 'cause he'd sent a text saying he was tired and planned to sleep. But then, my cellphone was on its charger so I didn't get the next text saying he couldn't sleep, he was going into town, and did I want to come over for pizza later? Instead he found me in the library, and we wandered around for a wee bit, enjoying the lovely, lovely sunshine. Then we went up and passed the time for a while, until it was time to make the pizza.

It was kind of a gourmet style pizza. Aside from the necessary tomato paste and cheese, there was onions, salami, capsicum, olives, feta cheese, anchovies (I discovered they're not all that bad, but I wouldn't wanna overdo 'em), and these things, these other things that I can't remember what they're called, but they're supposed to be good and I think I plain did not notice them. But it was a v. nice pizza that we ate while watching the news.

We actually watched a lot of tv, spent the most amount of time in the living room we ever have, watching Aqua Teen Hunger Force, the Simpsons, Scrubs, SVU, and Green Wing. All in all, good stuff.

Oh, oh, it was so funny; Grant and I stopped by where I'm staying so I could grab a couple things (some CDs for him to listen to, I meant to grab my phone off the charger and forgot, and my jacket so I wouldn't freeze when I walked home), and as I was heading back downstairs Glenn came out from the back room.

I smiled--no, I think I rather smirked--at him, so he asked, rather paranoid, "What?" and I laughed.

"What have you been up to?" he demanded.

"It's not what I've been up to," I replied, "but more what I'm about to get up to!"

He swore and I walked out under a tirade of, "Oi, no one said you could leave. Where are you going? Get back in here!"

(Don't worry, he wasn't serious, just jealous at the mere suggestion someone's getting laid when he is not)

Besides, that was more than enough revenge for the stunt he pulled yesterday morning. Back on Tuesday, I very generously cooked him dinner (what the hey, I'll play domestic goddess when I've got so much bourbon from him) and we also watched the DVD of Wes Craven's "Cursed" with Christina Ricci and Josh Jackson. While utterly predictable, it was fucking hilarious. Anyway, afer the movie I pleaded sleepiness and went to bed. I didn't have a hangover yesterday or anything--I've only had one or two ever thanks to Absolut Vodka--I just had a hard time waking up, and I was in a sort of not-ready-to-face-the-world-grunt-my-answers mood. I'd be better once I'd had my coffee and breakfast.

Well he and the Other Grant apparently got up when the birds did or some shit 'cause they were already up when I stumbled down. I was making my coffee when they walked into the kitchen. "You look like shit!" Glenn told me not unkindly. "I'm not awake yet," I responded. He walked past me, and the next thing I know, I'm flinching back 'cause I looked over in time to see him banging to pots right next to my head.

"Fuck!" was all I could say while they laughed at me. Bastards.

Oh, rather amusing email from my cousin John. He's a cop in Colorado, and I get the occasional narrative from him about some interesting event or another. he's a cool cousin.

Subject: Stroker Ace )



Aug. 3rd, 2006 10:06 am
xans: Xans (Phasers)
Aaaand today is my dad's birthday. Yay!

Ummm...I've got 2 Vox invites, if anyone cares. Soooo... first two people to drop a comment with their email address gets an invite? Y'know. If you feel like it.

xans: Xans (Bitchcakes)
The following are different answers given by young school-age children to the given questions:

Why did God make mothers?
1. She's the only one who knows where the scotch tape is.
2. Think about it, it was the best way to get more people.
3. Mostly to clean the house.
4. To help us out of there when we were getting born.

How did God make mothers?
1. He used dirt, just like for the rest of us.
2. Magic plus super powers and a lot of stirring.
3. He made my Mom just the same like he made me. He just used bigger parts.

Why did God give you your mother and not some other Mom?
1. We're related.
2. God knew she likes me a lot more than other people's moms like me.

What ingredients are mothers made of?
1. God makes mothers out of clouds and angel hair and everything nice in the world, and one dab of mean.
2. They had to get their start from men's bones. Then they mostly use string. I think.

What kind of little girl was your Mom?
1. My Mom has always been my Mom and none of that other stuff.
2. I don't know because I wasn't there, but my guess would be pretty bossy.
3. They say she used to be nice.

How did your Mom meet your dad?
1. Mom was working in a store and dad was shoplifting.

What did Mom need to know about dad before she married him?
1. His last name.
2. She had to know his background. Like is he a crook? Does he get drunk on beer? Does he make at least $800 a year? Did he say NO to drugs and YES to chores?

Why did your Mom marry your dad?
1. My dad makes the best spaghetti in the world. And my Mom eats a lot.
2. She got too old to do anything else with him.
3. My grandma says that Mom didn't have her thinking cap on.

What makes a real woman?
1. It means you have to be really bossy without looking bossy.

Who's the boss at your house?
1. Mom doesn't want to be boss, but she has to because dads such a goofball.
2. Mom. You can tell by room inspection. She sees the stuff under the bed.
3. I guess Mom is, but only because she has a lot more to do than dad.

What's the difference between moms and dads?
1. Moms work at work and work at home, and dads just got to work at work.
2. Moms know how to talk to teachers without scaring them.
3. Dads are taller and stronger, but moms have all the real power cause that's who you gotta ask if you want to sleep over at your friend's.

What does your Mom do in her spare time?
1. Mothers don't do spare time.
2. To hear her tell it, she pays bills all day long.

What's the difference between moms and grandmas?
1. About 30 years.
2. You can always count on grandmothers for candy. Sometimes moms don't even have bread on them!

Describe the world's greatest Mom?
1. She would make broccoli taste like ice cream!
2. She'd always be smiling and keep her opinions to herself.

Is anything about your Mom perfect?
1. Her teeth are perfect, but she bought them from the dentist.
2. Her casserole recipes. But we hate them.
3. Just her children

What would it take to make your Mom perfect?
1. On the inside she's already perfect. Outside, I think some kind of plastic surgery.
2. Diet. You know, her hair. I'd dye-it, maybe blue.

If you could change one thing about your Mom, what would it be?
1. She has this weird thing about me keeping my room clean. I'd get rid of that.
2. I'd make my Mom smarter. Then she would know it was my sister who did it and not me.

xans: Xans (zombies)
Argh argh lj stop sending my lost comments! I want NEW comments, not old ones. Grrrr.


Don't like

Nov. 24th, 2005 08:04 pm
xans: Xans (prick)
Pumpkin pie: yep, still don't like it. Tried it for the first time in years as a sort of "just checking" and there was a lovely huge piece of pastry for my piece, and it was made by Eileen rather than dad. Figured it would be polite to eat it. But admitted I don't care for the pie. The cookies and cream ice cream was vair nice though.

Brandy: ughhhhhh *shudders* Never had it before. Nope, don't like it.

Today was not dad's day.

We went to the bank today, because the fucktard clerk who served me on Friday when I deposited his Christmas check from Gma and Gpa McFarland totally fucked up. For one thing, she told me that I could no deposit my check into my dad's account (which I need to do, because my account is overdrafted at the mo and I need to fix that up). For another, she deposited dad's check into the wrong account. Wrong, as in, not his. So we talked to this guy there, and he fixed up with dad's money, and looked to see IF I could deposit my check into his account--I could, I just had to write on the check to deposit in his account along with my endorsement.
And that was okay. Although we had to deal with a couple shitty drivers on the way there. And dad was pissed because his bottle of ink for his quill pen had disappeared. Couldn't find it anywhere. Not in the house, not left at the course place he's been at. No sign.
So, we get to Chartwell and get a new bottle of ink. If I suddenly find myself up $200 I'd love to buy him a new printer/copier/scanner--the current printer has utterly died. No surprises as it's at least five, no, six years old. But yeah, that's just a secret desire. Anyway, over to the mall to look in the hardware store at curtain rings. Thing was, dad was sure the rings they had in the style he needed were too small, so he didn't get them. When we got back, we learned they'd been the same size as the four he already had here.
But yeah, got back, and I open the door of the van and look down to be sure of my footing when I get out. Guess what I see lying in the dirt? Yeah, uh-huh, the missing ink bottle. Oh, how I laughed and laughed. Dad, he saw, and rolled his eyes in the "that's just typical" fashion... said that yes, it was funny, but he couldn't laugh right now.
We weren't home more than two or three minutes, and Suzy showed up. She was getting dinner in order and all, and then Eileen showed up with one of her pumpkin pies. It is, after all, Thanksgiving--even though I'm the only American of the household. Dad's not got American citizenship anymore. He's gone Kiwi. But yeah, it was celebrating both Thanksgiving and the fact Dad's citizenship papers went through finally. I really impressed them when I got up and made coffee for Dad and Eileen, and got a glass of apple juice for Suzy--without any motivation for myself (I wasn't thirsty, I was just being the good hostess) and I hid in the kitchen washing the dishes and being a total Domestic Goddess. No wonder dad said, "We'll keep you on." (I neglected to mention how many times Gary has said that when I've been a good little helpful daughter--Dad would not appreciate the comparison)
I was very good, and resisted going on the computer until almost 7:30 or so--only to discover when dad and I left this afternoon not only had he left the computer on, he'd left the internet connection on. There were no messages or anything though, so that's all right.
I hope LJ gets it all sorted and starts sending email notifications right. It's confusing to get maybe half of the notifications and find 'extra' comments on an entry. It makes me wonder if there are any replies or comments I'm completely missing because I don't even know where to check.
*laughs* Eileen just coughed. Lin is in the kitchen, making stir fry like he usually does. And what is part of the stir fry? Chile. It makes the eyes water a little, and often makes us cough, too. They're waiting for it to hit me. Poor Eileen is asthmatic though so no wonder it's affecting her.
*coughs* There we go!

xans: Xans (Window)
The Weaker Sex?

We start to "bud" in our blouses at 9 or 10 years old only to find anything that comes in contact with those tender, blooming buds hurts so bad it brings us to tears. Enter the almighty, uncomfortable training bra contraption the boys in school will snap until we have calluses on our backs.

Next, we get our periods in our early to mid-teens (or sooner). Along with those budding boobs, we now bloat, we cramp, we get the hormone crankies, have to wear little mattresses between our legs or insert tubular, packed cotton rods in places we didn't even know we had.

Our next little rite of passage (premarital or not) is having sex for the first time which is about as much fun as having a ramrod push your uterus through your nostrils (IF he did it right and didn't end up with his little cart before his horse), leaving us to wonder what all the fuss was about.

Then it's off to Motherhood where we learn to live on dry crackers and water for a few months so we don't spend the entire day leaning over Brother John.

Of course, amazing creatures that we are (and we are), we learn to live with the growing little angels inside us steadily kicking our innards night and day making us wonder if we're having Rosemary's Baby. Our once flat bellies now look like we swallowed a watermelon whole and we pee our pants everytime we sneeze.

When the big moment arrives, the dam in our blessed Nether Regions will invariably burst right in the middle of the mall and we'll waddle with our big cartoon feet moaning in pain all the way to the ER. Then it's huff and puff and beg to die while the OB says, "Please stop screaming, Mrs. Hearmeroar. Calm down and push. Just one more (or 10 ) good push," warranting a strong, well-deserved impulse to punch the bastard (and hubby) square in the nose for making us cram a wiggling, mushroom-headed 10lb. bowling ball through a keyhole.

After that, it's time to raise those angels only to find that when all that "cute" wears off, the beautiful little darlings morph into walking, jabbering, wet, gooey, snot-blowing, life-sucking little poop machines.

The teen years. Need I say more? The kids are almost grown now and we women hit our voracious sexual prime in our mid-30's to early 40's while hubby had his somewhere around his 18th birthday (which just happens to be the reason all that early hot man sex got you pregnant in the first place).

Now we hit the grand finale: "The Menopause," the Grandmother of all womanhood. It's either take the HRT and chance cancer in those now seasoned "buds" or the aforementioned Nether Regions, or, sweat like a hog in July, wash your sheets and pillowcases daily and bite the head off anything that moves.

Now, you ask WHY women seem to be more spiteful than men when men get off so easy INCLUDING the icing on life's cake: Being able to pee in the woods without soaking their socks...

Now I love being a woman but "Womanhood" would make the Great Ghandi a tad crabby.

Women are the "weaker sex"? Yeah right. Bite me.

xans: Xans (Window)
So I have decided as part of Andrea's b-day present I will take her to see Finding Neverland. And I will also buy her something else she needs but as I gave her a link to my lj I won't say it on the off chance she has a look before then. :D
It was 29 degrees today. C. Not F. So it was really hot rather than below freezing. (First it will be measurements in metric. Then it will be resuming Brit spelling... lasly the accent will die!) It's cooled down now. The weather is supposed to get worse this week. Rain for the North Island and all that. In a way, it will be a relief. The kiddies going back to school will probably rejoice on the one hand that they're not missing out on good weather, and hate it at the same time because it's bloody miserable.
Going to Palmy in less than a month. Scary and exciting. I just have to keep reminding myself that I won't be the only one going there who won't know anyone at all.
*laughs* Checking my emails to see what replies if any to comments I've made and... You've captured his voice brilliantly, and managed to make the two boys up to their usual (well, we like to think it was usual) behaviour still v. hot. British spelling! Ha! I knew I wasn't a lost cause!
Lost. Hahahahaha.
(Wednesday, 8:30, channel 2)
Don't ignore me. I'm here and I think about you guys and I hope you're doing okay. I update so you know I'm still around, still doing all right (or maybe I'm not, and then I hope you'll be there then too).
But also because it's fun to be random.
Iain was here yesterday and asked me if I'd checked out oldfriends.co.nz yet. Yet? Yet? He hadn't even told me about it! Nor, when I mentioned it to Eileen, had she when she realized she should have mentioned it if he hadn't. But it was cool what little glance I took at it (should really look closer).
*runs off to join and wreak havoc*



Dec. 6th, 2004 11:11 pm
xans: Xans (Default)
Surprise, surprise.

Well, not really.

I got an email a day or two ago from my Aunt in Australia. I haven't really heard from her beyond the Christmas Parish update we all get every year. But oh, now that I'm in New Zealand... it's all different. *laughs*

Mum and I weren't very surprised at all.

It made me laugh, anyway.


D00d, wtf?

Aug. 4th, 2004 06:06 pm
xans: Xans (Xanthia)
I get emailed the comments that are replies to my posts and comments. Nothing new. But... I just got emailed about three or four replies to old posts and comments, comments that were posted way back at the time those posts were made. Here I'd been, thinking Shanny wasn't interested in my old clothes because I never saw the reply she made. (I still have the clothes lying about, btw) Here I got to reread comments from Brit that I'd seen and replied to!
Confusing to say the least.
My kitten went from sleeping behind the computer to sleeping on my lap. Pathetic sap? I think so too. Stop whining you silly cat.
I wonder what it's like to be a young widow.
Today when in the sanctuary at the church and the kiddies were singing I had one of them using me as a jungle gym. It is weird to have a little child crawling all over me, singing. Who'm I kidding? It's weird to be with all those little kids. Especially when they start telling me I'm going to juvie.
Why does everyone on my MSN list have to be offline or away?

xans: Xans (Drama Queen ~Lynds (gj))
Where's my horoscope? )

Yeah. It makes no sense. I guess it means I'm dead. Or going to die. But they might get in trouble for saying that. Bastards.
My goddess, [livejournal.com profile] virginhuntress made me some sexy vampire icons. They'll be up on my deadjournal soon. Yep, went back to the vampire theme there. Got sick of Alice. No more clever LoTR icons. (V^^^V) I wonder if this is just because of my renewed ferver in rereading the Vampire Chronicles. Oh how I love them.
So there's this necklace Ash gave me for Christmas a couple years ago; she got it from Hot Topic. I love it. It's goth, and a choker. But it was broken. I finally fixed it today. And wore it. Made me feel good. I also called her and so she will be coming over to sleep on Wednesday night.
I brought in my two boxes of fragiles and legos from the shed, finally. Sorted them out, and packed up about half of it, while I threw some of it away. I then arranged the rest of the stuff in my room. Now, my bookshelves have ornaments on each shelf... one of all my fairies, one of all my dragon/wizard related stuff, one with all my shells and such, and the bottom one with my grad stuff. Yeah, I know, like you want to visualize my freakin' bookshelves.
I wonder how many books I have? Still need to see Rhi and lend her "Dhampir."
I have a headache.

xans: Xans (Muffin)
0-9%: You're clean. Although, the fact that you made it through the entire test without leaving in disgust probably does count for something...
10-19%: n00b.
20-29%: You might be infected. Just slightly, but it will fester and grow and there is nothing you can do...you will be assimilated, resistance is futile.
30-39%: Embrace the nerdness. Don't bother making excuses for why you were watching the sci-fi channel anymore, it's too late for that.
40-49%: What's this, a well balanced nerd? Impressive.
50-69%: Dangerously nerdy...no make that dangeresque.
70-89%: You eat lembas for breakfast, know more IP addresses than phone numbers, and watch star trek reruns in your head. At warp speed.
90-100%: l33t hax0r king! pwner of n00bs! All hail ye, and despair! ...do try to shower on a somewhat regular basis, though.

38.095238095238095% of me is a huge nerd! How about you?

I didn't think I'd get such a high score. But, it works. I was tempted to email the guy and ask for the answers. *snickers* That could have upped my nerdiness big time. Didn't though.
Shopping is tiring, but new shit is good.
Besides, I got five books. FIVE BOOKS. That's wonderful. I love reading, and.... *grins* Several of them came from the sci-fi section... hehe. I'm looking into getting this Wheel of Time guide book type thingy from amazon.com.
I need to take out the trash.


Yeah yeah

Dec. 25th, 2003 09:21 pm
xans: Xans (Foxy Lady)
Merry Christmas everyone.
Jeez... didn't check my emails for two days and I had a whole TWO messages: both my astrology subscriptions. Glad to know I can go away and not have my inbox overflow like it has before.
To a five year-old, I'm old enough to be married. In fact, I must be married. Shoulda told him I was married to his best friend. Still, he was a cute little kid.
Got more presents than I expected, and go a lot I had at least an idea I was getting. I.e.: the green sarong. My godmother sent me that, b/c at least two years ago I told her I was looking for one. But I also got a lot of other cool and handy presents.
Have some more CDs now. And my room is a mess. I need to put away a ton of clean clothes. *snickers* Funny that my step-dad had to make me get up this morning. It used to be I'd be first up. Hell, sometimes I just waited for midnight to come and go. But that was when we'd hit a midnight mass.
Had a very nice dinner with the family yesterday, and another nice dinner with some family friends today. I think this break may fly quicker than I expect.



Nov. 26th, 2003 07:45 pm
xans: Xans (Foxy Lady)
You are Spearmint.
You are quick-witted and sharp. You pay close attention to details and you can tell what your friends are feeling. You are always the first to understand a joke and you are valued for your insight and advice. However, you sometimes isolate yourself from other people, afraid to share your own feelings.
Most Compatible With: Cinnamon

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I saw it coming. So true.

Other than that, I don't really care to write. Instead, I have an email from my brother I feel like sharing. Ah, he amuses me. Crazy boy. He's 21, and in Thailand. With no one he actually knows. Or, knew before he came to Thailand. And he's there just for the hell of it.

well, i got here safely (tho was a little unsure about my taxi drivers' ability - he did not seem to realise that the white dotted line meant different lanes)
The plane trip was okay, the people i sat next to were interesting and didnt smell :)
The security at Bkk airport was shocking, they just stampe your passport and shuffled you out the door, wish i had brought my 2 pounds of cocaine with me.
Me and this british chick shared a taxi to khao sahn rd (back packers area) we then walked around for ages at 11pm at night in the stifiling heat and eventually found a place to stay which was pretty cheap and clean. we got a rm for 240B a night - 2 beds, a shower, toilet and is clean :) they also serve western food in the resteraunt below which is good, i had french toast and a watermelon shake for breakfast and it cost me about $2NZ
wandered around the markets a bit today.. really really neat, but i think i wont buy anything til my way back - save me having to carry it around.
the amount of activity in this place is staggering, me and tash (brit chick) just sat in a caf drinkin coke from a glass bottle (not twist cap either) watchin people go about their buisness for ages, and it was never boring, never the same thing
dont think il stay in Bkk much longer - a day or so, and then il head south, il see bkk on my way back.
well thats it for now, will email update later :) hope everyone is doin okay, i am. bye

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