As I dry-heaved over the loo for the umpteenth time today, I thought about how my window was open and how someone, anyone (theives, murderers) could scale the clematis, get in through my big (visibly open)windows and could be waiting outside the (evidently occupied) bathroom for me to come out and lose my life to a well aimed pair of scissors or something. I thought about this until I found myself tiptoeing out holding the lid of the loo piston and wondering how many well aimed hits it would take to decapitate a bald, vicous eight-foot-tall Russian contortionist/serial killer. I then slept with the top of the loo by my bed. I worry about me. So now, when I was re-organising my bag to fit medicine, makeup, technology and food in I put them all in seperate bags, added a purse for emergency jewellery storage, a pair of flat shoes in case I get kicked out/the house burns down and I have to live in the wilds of st Tropez. Hmm. Then, still on having to survive in an unrealistic and stupid situation, I found an old broken umbrella that I could spear blown cows with (getting money of farmers for doing a job. hehe) and spear nuts, berries and possibly small children, along with eight-foot-tall bald acrobatic Russian contortionist serial psycho killers that have hunted ME down for some obscure reason. That is all. Orevwa.
P.S: Orevwa is a word. It's hatian for g'bye. I'm not retarded.
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