Deciding to spend a few weeks on the beaches of Asia with a Chilean surfer was probably the smartest decision I’ve made in some time.
That having been said, my internet house is out of order, my Google reader is no longer, I’m struggling to find my blogging balls, and the individual who subleased my home was a bit of a sloth.
What I’ve learned since I’ve been gone?
The working class is still doing and will always do the dying. I know now that there is little I can do about it.
And yes, I’m still a whore for Elvis Costello. I blame my father.