So at the moment I'm sitting in my neglected hammock taking in the view. It's cooling off outside and the sunset is very nice. I have red stained hands from making the Soda Stream drink that tastes like creaming soda and vodka, but overpowered by the vodka. I guess I'm only just beginning to realise how much I'm oing to miss it here, but how much I'm looking forward to being surrounded by the bush.
I think sitting here is giving me a totally different view on life. That I don't actually have it too bad. I'm sorry for the shit I've caused, and any that I will cause. I'm grateful for the shit I've been through, for showing me who I am and how strong I can be. If anyone hasn't heard Fighter by Christina Agueliera, should. And in the words of the great Dylan Moran, "This song is all about me." Vodka tasting drinking in hand and all. God it tastes like crap.
What else? I just squashed a mosquito and the bats have shown face. Crap. I have this friend who has friends who have shown interest in another friend of mine and that original friend isn't too happy with their friends about the other friend.
I also adore We Are The World for Haiti. It gives me goose bumps. You should have a listen, if you haven't already. And I also very very much love Wyclef Jean too. He did a cover of Knocking On Heavens Door, which sounds like a regae version. Love it. Listen to that. And Celine Dion. (L) And Josh Groban. ILY.
Awe crap. A lovely big black cloud just showed up and covered up the pink. And I'm being attacked by mosquitoes. I love the rap bit of We Are The World.
Anywho, I'm being attacked by mossies in ridiculous force.
TTFN, ta ta for now,
Me x.
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