more of australyerrr

my dearest margaret just cooked me rice with green peppers after our red pepper was marred with black ambiguity.

"are you trying to kill me bev?" she retorts. how ever could I dare harm my sweet bed mate, or should i matey?

in all seriousness and disregarding the fact of our newfound psuedonyms as a result of our (sarah and mine) close quarters have been quite an experience from our daily trek to and from central train station, almost encounters with gorgeous aussie boys, plastic bags on our shoes to prevent rain soakage, a few blisters later, joel osteen's infectious smile (haha- NOT although his wife is not as stiff as pictures), Isaiah 61 and puzzle pieces, and not to mention a musical number centered around a beautiful Rayban boy we will forever miss and only dream about fondly.

and now a word from sarah:
"my people: *clears throat* from the land that i call home *lunge stance with both hands on hips, chin pointed towards the heavens* whom i love, whom i regard with deepest affection *heel pop and kick and arms up ....sort of* *touches ground* *half split* (narrator notes this may be an extravegant dance) *falls on back* *wheezes* i bid you farewell.

the end????

narrator's note: she just said that should be enough for them, that's all i have to offer, i can't imagine they would need anything else.

there you go, a word from the traveling.