HELLO! AND GOODBYE!

I SURVIVED THE MOVE! HOLY FUCK!

Omigod.

Bonus points if you know where the kid’s decapitated head was found in this Dead Milkmen’s classic, Stuart, that this photo was inspired by. One of my favourite songs ever.

Presently recovering after bingeing on delicious spicy Thai peanut with chicken, and drinkin’ me some wine. It’s my first night alone in my place. I had four guests night one, two on night two and three, and one for the last night. Now? Alone. Oh, alone. ALONE! I should listen to Heart, but that’d be wrong, ‘cos I’m happy about space.

It’s been 5 days of living in Victoria, and I’ve yet to hear a siren around my home. There’s zero traffic. No loud neighbours. No crack/meth smoke wafting into my bathroom from someone else’s vents. I’ve heard one float plane take off from nearby shores, but that’s it.

The area? I’m in love. My brother has fallen in love too and hopes to move here within the year.

The move itself? Epic.

More on that later.

For now? Just reporting that I AM ALIVE and shall live to write again.

Stay tuned, minions. Lots to tell.

I even have Imperial Stormtrooper photos to share. OHYEAH.

Meanwhile, there’s more where that wine came from, and, GASP, there’s even chocolate. Hmm… blogging, or chilling?

Tough fucking answer. I’m outtie.

PS: I have full-blown larygitis, SO NO PHONE CALL FOR YOU.

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