Cambodia has not solely been a vanity suck-fest. I have to have something else to show for this. For the money and the investment and the IWentToTheOtherSideOfTheWorldAndOnlyWantedToComeBack-ness. I think it's the wanting to come back. The wanting of something. The finding the right cliff and jumping off it. I am too old for this shit.
This is what I know:
I need a network
I am bad at being bored
I am limited by nothing
In the interest of entertainment: I was roused from a possible dengue febrile delirium yesterday evening by the nightguard, Kimhour, and his 6 buddies having a soup and sugarcane liquor party during some serious monsoon rains. I'm not going to make any general statements about Asians, but yo they were toasted in 5 minutes. Literally. Doing the whole "we toast to....Sopheap from Ratnakiri, yea! And to....the soup guy, yea! And to...tasty cow ankle parts, woo!" and getting sloppy but quick after a cup and a half. Meanwhile, my roommate told the story of sleeping with the other roommate and now his previously unmentioned girlfriend is visiting from America on Friday and no one can tell her. Yeesh.
Also, never email me. I thought maybe you all were concerned, but seriously, I am not in need of confirmation of my self-worth or anything. Total radio silence is preferred.
1 comment:
Well sheesh. I hope she doesn't read this blog!!
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