time is tissue.

i just got in from seeing snakes on a plane with alex and it really opened up some doors for me. haha. just kidding. it was a riot though. as long as you dont have problems with graphic violence and snake cam, youll like it. youll at least enjoy it for its french special fx and sound track consisting of gym class heroes.


i really have nothing interesting or cool to say. i miss a lot of things. i miss my girls, match. i miss anne marie keeping me in line, haha. i miss waitressing, weird i know. i miss the boylston crawl every night after work. i miss assholes and mean people sometimes, they keep me in check. i miss him, i miss laying there with him. i miss my gay-lover. sexually. i miss my scorpion pincher, haha. i miss the T...weird i know. but it is soooo simple compared to here.

there are new things here, they are beautiful and amazing but i am ready to travel more, i can't wait to see what the rest of the world is like. this is a very good adjustment from america to begin my explorations, but i feel that i have a long way to go before i become anything close to as cultured as i want to be. it keeps me going, my heart racing and my soul alive.

this is how the next couple of days look: surfing tomorrow morning, class, scu bar. hollar. surfing friday morning, quadA production meeting for meat pie paradise, classy ass dinner, opera house and classy ass bar. saturday, not gonna lie, prolly surfing again, dance class at the sydney dance company. ya know? sunday: markets...george street, hitting up the rocks baby.

xo, a.

p.s. if you want anything specific from here let me know...otherwise, im getting your ass something random.