Travel Diary

I had myself a bit to drink last night. Now, I wake up dehydrated, groggy and arguably not in the best of moods to welcome a day involving a lot of light. Oh gods of the intertropical convergence zone! Aid me!

Monday though dawns with a better note: the project I was asigned to has come to an end and with it go the involvement of people possessing all the mental acuity of a kiwi fruit. Although I can say that everyone was a complete moron (I am no exception, I suspect but this would have to do more with personal tragedies) . This doesn't mean that some of them had not other "redeeming" qualities that could endear them to me. Anyway, though my heart is light, my steps sprightely, and my mind's eye wide open to the vista spread before me, I cannot help but take one look back at an experience at best can only be described as... interesting. To Sheila, pretty you may be but prettier you CAN be if you find it in yourself to grasp the inner tramp and WORK it... To Michelle, anger no matter how tightly bottled will still let off steam... To Kat, no amount of emotional buffering can take you that far-- sometimes you just need to let things go, take them as they are, and free yourself from the inertia you find yourself in... and lastly, to Amalie. I don't know what mysterious dynamic propels us but I like the scenery so far. :) I have never worked with a noisier pack of bitches in my life. Your high-pitched screams will always be music to my ears, girls.

There ends an era for me and though the future may not promise a journey without the occasional eyesore and vehicular accident, may the destination not just be worth it in the end but so be my journey.