currently listening to: Silhouetic – Birds of Tokyo
i found this on postsecret on sunday (it was one of the sunday secrets) and it made me smile. one of the happiest things i can remember from the last two years travelling round the world was not when i was travelling with friends, but when i was in london on my own and met this random aussie dude. i was sort of stranded and drunk after attending ‘the church’ and was wandering around aimlessly inside a horrible aussie bar in southbush, NOWHERE near where i was staying at the time. so this dude i had been playing drinking games with told me they had a spare bed at his place, OK! so here i am, dressed as some aussie wife beater, no shoes, covered in filth, heading home with a painter dressed half as a native american and half AFL player, that i don’t even know!
brilliant.
he was such an awesome dude, they let me stay at their place, didn’t rob me, or steal any vital organs. all in all, a good guy.
xxx
