(somewhere my mom is saying "i told you so.")
this little exercise proved quite helpful, though. this will be the last one for a bit, but who knows what's in store for my imaginary wallet in the futuro.
for this fine and lovely friday i have but one purchase: a month stay in europe. fly into heathrow and then travel my little butt off. $16,000 buckaroos? no problem...my imaginary wallet is good for it. mad phatness there. like i was just telling mummy the other day, i had to break in the black american express card the company sent me for my birthday.
...i wanna get lost in a foreign city. i want to end up in some pub, sit in a corner and laugh with a snaggle-toothed man named thackery. i want to take trains across europe, read in parks, plant my feet in foreign soils and grow a different kind of wisdom that only comes from that kind of adventure. visit museums, eat new foods at room temperature...shed some american naivete.
oh to explore...