Good morning sunshine!

Besides the glum memories of your selfish ways, I'm content. Life is a breeze and it's not that long until I leave this country and move to another. I'll forget all my friends, and you'll never hear from me again, I promise you that. I'm going to do everything possible. I've been thinking alot about what I want to do and my list goes a little like this...

1. As soon as I finish school and I'll be heading off with all the money that I have saved from work to go and move to London with my 86 TEE score.

2. Once I get there, I'll find a nice place to work, a very small apartment because that will be what I most likely could only afford, and meet a few people, club, drink, take drugs and have a full photo album of my adventures.

3. Wake up at 5am one morning and decide I'm going to leave and catch a plane to France with the money I have saved from work.

4. Arrive, and realise that I have no where to go. So, I will go to a near by club, fuck a extremely hot french boy and then the next morning I'll leave with a kiss on his cheek.

5. Find a small job, seeing as I learnt french before I came, and then find a small apartment over looking a small, restaurant where I will again meet my French amant inconnu of the night previously where I would fall in love.

6. We would then travel the whole of europe. To every degree possible, to every height, and language and have presents of as many herbal highs as possible.

7. He would offer for me to come back with him to Paris, and to take his hand in marriage. I would think about it after a night of mesmerizing love making then say 'no' and wave him off as he leaves from a Spanish airport back France.

8. I will then come back to Australia to see every single one of my friends if they wish to stay hear, or I'll meet up with some along the way in my advantages of Europe.

9. I will then turn up to greet my mother and hug her until she shrives and dies of old age. I'll be 28/29 at this time.

10. I will explain my stories over and over again to my family and friends. Then, one morning, I'll be gone and this will be the very last time that you would see me, because I will be on a plane to Italy from the money I find hidden under the carpet of my room.

11. I then sit on a couch of one of my newly found friends house and realise that it isn't my place here. So, i'll get up and leave the next day, however this time I will say goodbye. I get on my last plane to France, where I would meet up with my French man.

12. We spend hours on end talking, sleeping, and having many-a fun. He then pours out his feelings to me and I do the same.
We have tears in our eyes blah blah blah and then we go to sleep to have our last love sparking sex.

13. I wake up the next morning and call my mother who is with my father talking about James and how he is doing really well as an accountant and that his wife is a lovely young lady and is expecting her 2nd kid in July. I laugh and I turn to look at my French boy sleeping. I smile.

14. I then drop to the ground and never wake up again.

Bit of juxtaposition here really isn't it? That's they way I like it.