Tis the season for wonton commercialism and a perversion of Christianity. I hope you're all enjoying yourselves.
If you didnt already know, the sad truth is that I'm no longer in Australia. Hell, I'm not even in New Zealand. 28 painfully tedious hours of travel later, I'm home in the frozen north. So, the obvious and important question now, is "Where does this leave my blog?"
Excellent question. The blog has always intended to be a travel blog, though somewhere along the line it transmogrified into a steamy sex journal. But that's neither here nor there. The point is I'm now home. That should be the end of the blog, yes?
Well, sorry to disappoint. I have a few more Australia-In-Hindsight things to post about, so I'm atleast dragging this shit out to the New Year. After that... I dont know. Frankly, my real life is pretty boring. Who wants to read about some dumb shmuck who gets up, goes to class, sees nothing more glamorous than a squirrel, plays beer pong, and goes to sleep? I wouldnt. Only emo half-wits keep blogs when there's no point. So, lets hope for your sake and mine that I can learn to make my boring old life just a little more interesting.
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