I wouldn’t mind dying in a plane crash. It’d be a good way to go. I don’t want to die in my sleep, or of old age, or OD … I want to feel what it’s like. I want to taste it, hear it, smell it. Death is only going to happen to you once; I don’t want to miss it.
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day 221 — when i checked into the hostel (the day before) i got a sydney city map which also had some coupons attached. one of the coupons was for ‘breakfast with the koalas’ at sydney’s wildlife centre. it sounded good, but required getting up early.
i walked down to darling harbour and was disappointed to find […]
day 216 — we washed craig’s car and did some shopping. we visited megan and while we chatted i rearranged her massive cd collection. it was fun because we kept giving her shit about her choices in music.
in the afternoon we drove to the cake shop to pick up the cakes for the wedding, followed by […]
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