No, I didn’t fall off the edge of the earth, get devoured by zombies, or abducted by aliens. More’s the pity. No, I just made a transcontinental move, got a tooth pulled, demolished a suitcase, and got kidnapped by rednecks.
But that’s another story.
I am now safely back in the land of my birth chilling with my Aunt and Uncle while I wait for my apartment to come available. And you better believe I am totally STOKED about having a place to myself. No more psycho flatmates. No toilet seats left up. No listening to rumpy bumpy through the walls. Huzzah!
Can I get a SQUEE?