Again another week another city. As my friend "laingabang" says: "You change cities like most people change underwear."
This time at least it's not a completely new pair. Just an old favourite that's been washed once or twice. Back up in booneyville. As my friend Sausage from Aus puts it "hunting eskimos". Everything north of new york is eskimo to him though despite the fact that like many young aussies he's "done a season" in Whistler (or Banff or Kananaskis, it could be any skihill). And like most he never ventured far from the skihill because our minimum wage sucks so much that no one can earn enough to be bothered travelling around once they get here.
There's been a slight improvement as far as the boy scene. Having weeks upon weeks of the "ex files" he's moved to a far away city in Canada and I met myself a young pole...ahem Polish boy. And by young I mean when i was graduating from highschool he was leaving elementary.
So, aside from feeling like the guy from dazed and confused with the highschool fetish things are good.
Band right now at the pub I'm at is playing small town saturday night. Ahhh, while people are losing forks in fights and dancing at their tables atrociously I am here just getting settled in. Well the night is young and the possibilities are endless. Wish me luck!!
-Heidisaul
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