In these four walls.

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Saturday, December 3, 2011

Ok so something isn't right.  I think I should lay off the pork burritos.  I was never going to pull any punches in writing this journal, but there are some things best left unsaid.  Especially when you smell like someone has crawled up your arse and died.  Hey now; we've all been there, so don't look at me like that.  Shit happens.  Crazy shit.  Really crazy shit. 

Where was I?  Ahhh yes.  Socks.  I didn't bring any.  Consequently my new Converse Chuck Taylors smell like a farm.  You're getting the full exposť of life on the road.  Warts and all.  And smells; lot's of interesting smells.  I think it's time to see if one of these street vendors can sell me a Glade plug-in. 

I've nothing interesting or exciting to tell you; except I've discovered the rug in my room is the same one as in my old flat in Glasgow.  How is it possible to get homesick over a bit of carpet?  More to the point, kudos to Ikea for reaching this far.  Their plan for total world domination rumbles ever onwards.

I need to get out more.
















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