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Vulpix.
21 years young.
a blog of memories and things to remember.
14.3.10
lfdskg

Stumbling home today, feeling as though my face was burnt to a crisp for reasons I cannot explain (considering I was not in the sun all that much), I turned the corner into my street only to discover in plain view a green jellybean in the grass.



Instead of your average "hey a jelly bean. cool"- keep-walking response that is typical of normal folk, I stalled; the first thought within my thick skull being "yumm.. i wonder how it got there and what's touched it". Never fear though, reader, for I did not pick up that bean of wonder and taste its delicate flesh. Instead, I walked home excitedly so I could pick up a clean bean of wonder from my kitchen bench and taste THAT one's delicate flesh. And that's how extreme most of my days on Earth are.

I am triumphantly motivated to take up Kung Fu and jogging (yogging? :s) in the very near future. My coach in such efforts is none other than the Zombie Survival Guide by Max Brooks. When you're all being gnawed at by virus-carrying moaners, I'll be running about with my superb endurance and cardio while breaking holds with my epic defensive blocks and lashings. I'll be a super ninja and nobody will be able to stop me.

Today's mood is contentedness mixed with a large puddle of guilt.

I feel like going rollerblading.

I have a large scratch on my hand and it itches.

I want to learn how to fight like a man

p.s. Michael Clarke and Lara Bingle broke up. Just in case you didn't know.

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