So my big secret?
I am actually living in Maine. In the US. I flew here last week Tuesday. I live in a treehouse in the woods and knit scarves for the hippie colony in which I reside.
Happy April, Fools.
PS: The other secret is...I have someone sending me Streisand songs, marriage proposals and roses over the Internet. I know him personally, and he's far far away. So he doesn't have a chat room nickname like “Xen345” or sport a bunion, or be, like 87 / 13 years old. It's lame, but it kicked a whole lot of ass. For a few days. It's just. Well. Indicative of my time and experience maybe, but I don't know if I need that stuff anymore.
Anyway, who likes Team America huh? You know, the guys from Southpark made a puppet movie with a very characteristic and likable Korean dictator? Called Kim Jong? He's probably extremely likable because he, well sings the following song, and more importantly, all his l's are r's. (I'm not rearry wonery, but the song made me raugh my tochas off yesterday, it's hirarious:)
Kim Jong – I Am So Wonery.
I'm so wone-ry
So wone-ry and real sad and arone
No one...just me onry
Sitting on my rittle phone
I work wea-ry hard and make a great friend
But nobody ristens...no one understands
Seems rike no one takes me (high pitched shriek) se-ri-rous-reeeeeeeee
I'm so...I'm wone-ry...I'm real wone-ry! (starts choking up) I feel rone-ry
Poor riddle me.
There's nobody...I can rerate to
Feel rike a bird in a cage
It's kinda sirry...but not rearry
Because it's firring my body with rage
I'm the smartest, most crever, most physicarry fit
But nobody else seems to re-ra-rise it
When I change the world maybe they'll notice (high pitched shriek) meeeeeeeeeee
And until then..I just be wone-ry
(sighs) Yeah... a rittle wone-ry
Poor riddle me
I'm so wone-ryyyyyyy.