I fly off to Europe tomorrow, with a new haircut and most of my possessions, and I don't plan on coming back for a while. I'll be living in my sister's toolshed for a while in Puglia, then I relocate to Spain, probably to live in someone else's toolshed. I'm a little bit afraid, mainly of having my jet-lagged, mule-packed self robbed blind in Rome, but the fear is all part of the adventure, and as Crazy Joe Divola says, "Fear is our most primal emotion." (The Opera, Season 4.)
I'll miss Sydney, she's been alright to me.
I partied a lot, because I can't stop partying feat. Chamillionaire.
I worked 5000 jobs, 9 to 5, because I looove temping.
But most importantly, I made lots of new friends.
I'd like to give a special thank you to the A.T.O. for giving me this opportunity.