I Think That Skirt Looks Nice On You

I'm leaving on a jet plane. Wait, is a jet plane just a normal commercial plane or like some type of plane... like those ones with the propeller thingies on the sides? Are those things called jets? I'm pretty sure jets are those big powerful looking bits on the sides, by the wings, the ones that I always imagine lots of unlucky birds get pulled into, only to be shredded within seconds and recycled into fish food or something. Anyway, my point is that I'm leaving. On a plane. Next Tuesday back home to Wellington. Not that I really have much of a home there anymore. I'm going to look for work while I'm over there, been told I should go for a temp job while I'm looking for a more permanent job, so that's what I'm doing. :) Horrah! Goodbye, bland, nasty frickin Chch.

Obviously to make this decision, I've been feeling really good in general. Finally feeling normal for long periods of time. *huge sigh of relief*. Oooooh I get to see my friends again! Fuck yea. :) I get to bathe in the city once more. All is well.