I have the most grossest aftertaste in my mouth from rotten white bread. Everytime I never wanna eat rotten white bread toast or whatever, I do my best to avoid the shit until its there again and im like 'oh yeah i guess it wont be so bad this time' and then it is. Its the most grossest thing im so over it. its like bleached white plastic hardened froth. URRGH.
Now for something better. Barack Obama. I never even knew who he was like, 2 weeks ago, but now that he won everything kinda makes sense, and it doesnt even matter that I wasnt following all that election shit, it doesnt matter taht IM not from the USA, the only thing that matters is that someone so regular, can make such an impact. I think its well and truly amazing and Im pretty fucking happy. I can just feel the love and hope in my bones. I just watched his vicory speech on youtube and it was amazing.
Its exactly what everybody needed and to see sooo many people believe in the change, and grasp on to hope that much really astonishes me. I keep getting so close to crying. But im in a library. Just the fact that its news that everyone knows, and the people of america can feel that much safer and build new spaces for hope and love just knocks me off my feet and its so beautiful. Its like. The United States of America.
Me and Ash made up a song called 'sniper rifle' (no irony intended here) about that fuck off hostel we were in for eighty years up the road - industry. its quite possibly one of the funniest things ive ever partaked in hahahahahahahhahahah. its just this blatant little song about all the fuck off things about that place and all the fuck off people that roamed it. I mean roam it.
Were thinking of going to NZ, like, were really keen on doing a big fuck off trip around the place and yeah. Itll be mean as. We can go up to my auntys land and blah blah blah. I CAN INTRDUCE SIMON AND ASHERLZ TO MY FAMILY AND FRIENDS itll be sweet as bro. ah now im going all kiwi slang just thinking about it fuck!
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