Dear Kittens,
HAHAAAAA! You see that! “open water” is where I’m at! How many people have said that about Oceanic, Australia, Queensland, Cairns!? (At least one other guy by my math… but he’s a turd burglar who’s got his coming.) If you have no idea what I’m talking about, turn off the computer and go back to sleep. This is all a dream.
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I’m late again with this thing. Weeks pass like angry pedestrians around here. NEW THINGS:
Got back from Cow Bay a few days ago. Funny story, I thought the name was something exotic like “Cao Bay” or some junk like that. But no, it is “Cow Bay” - named for the cattle that used to roam there, I hear. Either way, I kept a log during my time that I spent there. Here it is:
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Alright peeps. This beotch is long overdue to drop. I’ll try my best to recall all events as they actually happened.
The story finds me walking the hazy lights of the Arlie Beach esplanade, having just captured the biggest great white shark in recorded history. All talk of the town was about me, but - being of my sedate nature - I played the trick off as a matter of fact, clicking along the street in a casually tailored polo shirt which hung loosely around my tanned and broad shoulders, a wisp of burly hair finding its way out from the top two buttons - which I’d left methodically undone - and leading to an unkempt jaw-line with a smirk painted gorgeously across it. I would give out shy winks to the local girls as I strolled wistfully by. They would answer with a wavering flush and a snap back to their appropriate company. Had he seen? She couldn’t be bothered to know as her thoughts were of me, and only me.
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