Hello. Welcome. Thanks for stopping by. This is probably my 30th attempt at keeping up a blog, and I’m sure it’s getting just as tiring to all of you loverly people, but I’m bored. And it is 136 days, 6 hours, 59 minutes, 29 seconds (28…27…26…25…and so on) until Thursday, September 1, 2011 at 4:31:00 PM (Seattle time). That’s the time my flight leaves the tarmac from Sea-Tac, which begins my 22 hour and 59 minute flight to Sydney, Australia.
I’ll be there for a year, or until the Australian government realizes what a mistake they made by giving me a visa which allows me to live, work and study in their country full of murderous spiders and hot men with hot accents.
I still have a few kinks to work out. First, I’m going to need to convince my Chief of Police I need a leave of absence from the federal government. Then I need someone to watch Molly for a bit. And I still have ten years worth of crap to get rid of. But my final hurdle? My car. I’m gonna need to sell it. Or store it somewhere and still pay the monthly payments.
Anyway. I still can’t comprehend the enormity of it all. Living in another country is going to be insane. And a welcome respite from the insanity that is the American way of life. And I won’t have to see that wretched place in which I work for an entire year.
Every morning, I look like this:
And one of the best things ever about moving to a completely different country where they drive on the other side of the road? No more driving. Driving makes it so I have never been more willing to kill another human being. Seriously. I hate every single driver on the road…with their no turn signal using, tailgating, riding on the brakes driving ass. I HATE THEM!
So that’s all the excitement going on right now. Of course, this is really all the excitement I can stand right now. 136 DAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11!!!1one!!!
I am now off to get a new tattoo. At the mall. Just so I can say I got a tattoo in the mall. Random.
I will now leave you with my new all time favorite song (it has Sean Patrick Flannery in it!!!! It has Sir Todd Bridges as a pervy priest!!!!! IT’S SHOT LIKE A TARANTINO FILM!!!!!) from my new all time favorite band.
If Tarantino actually made this film, I would sit outside the theater until opening day.
I would like to add Sean Patrick Flannery to my harem. Only if he talks in that fake Irish accent he had in Boondock Saints, though. Or wears an eye patch.