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Deer deer friends,

The bitch is back.

Jesus is coming, keep busy.
Sounds familiar? Probs not, cuz I wrote it 6 years ago. If you did. kudos for you, your brain is filled with absolute and complete utter useless information.

I must say I am jealous of my past boldness. I read pretty much all of my old posts and I absolutely love how reckless I was with punctuation and the unlawful use of capitals. BOOM.

I realize that many of my posts involved men with beards, food, more beards, and ninja's. Did you see that Oxford comma right there? It's like magic.

Nowadays I like to think. like philosophical. For example, why are macademia nuts so expensive? Why doesn't the package say where the nuts come from? Why did the first people to enter the Scandanavian land, think it was a good place to stay? Why does the society put so much pressure on the millenials? Why are clementines 90% of the time not delicious? It's like true torture. You know how tasty they can be. and every time when you buy them, you have such high hopes. and then pure defeat. I really like macademia nuts. The salt really makes my keyboard yucky though.

My academic courses are corrupting my writing. I feel this ridiculous urge to throw in fancy words like however, subsequently, moreover, the latter, and etc. I am trying to use words such as mofo's, sucka's, and other not so academic phrases. But when I do it, it is like there is somebody scratching my throat on the inside with a nail. So better not. Maybe I should get an exorsism first. But let's not talk religion.

You saw the Oxford commas there? Pure bliss.

I feel it is time for anoter list. about things you have to do before you turn 30 according to the internet. I mean I've learned my lesson from my previous post about lists about thing you have to do before you turn 20. and not being aware of them on time and therefore not being able to full fill them in time. It's like a series of unfortunate events.

So. first hit on google:
1. Travel somewhere you don't know the language. Unbelievable. I can tick of the first one on the list. India. Not super great when you don't speak the language. But since I made it back alive, I think we can conclude it is doable.
2. Date someone who is not your type. I think the challenge is finding someone who wants to date me despite the fact that I'm not his type.
3. Start your 401(k). I'm Dutch we are paying for this before we are even making money.
4. Take a risk: go bungee jumping, skydiving or swim with sharks. Yay. I love sharks. They have many teeth and they don't like milk.
5. Start investing. Does education count?
6. Form your political opinion. Ha. I was born with a political opinion. Suck on that.
7. Stop holding grudges. Never. Life would be meaningless without grudges. It is my fuel. It is what keeps me going.
8. Start a collection. I collect money. *read in a deep voice*: UP TOP. *hear a high five in your mind*.
9. Take a cross country road trip. Been there, done that. In my country that only takes you one day.
10. Pay off your credit card debt. no comment.

oke. there are 20 more. but I think this is enough for the day. We all got better things to do. Like. Netflix and stuff. but I think I did a really good job today. Kudos for me.

Kind regards.

I mean cee ya lator alligatorrrr.


ya gal Sal.

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Currently reading: The Alchemist
Currently listening to: Imagine Dragons
Currently watching: Outlander
Currently craving: Boldness
Currently wishing: Summer
Currently loving: Macademia nuts, and the Oxford comma.

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