Things I Do With My Money

So, you'd think that because I'm moving and that's generally a costly endeavor I'd be saving my money like a good little girl. If you've been reading this blog for any amount of time you know that's not likely.

Ergo, I just booked this: a hot air balloon flight. Because nothing says calm, peaceful morning like a blonde girl weeping in the air, urinating on those below.

You see, I'm terrified of heights. Like paralyzingly scared. And yet, I keep doing super idiotic things like strapping myself in a motherfucking basket to take a 'calm' and 'fun' flight over wine country. Yeah. Why do I do these things? Oh, Lord, how I wish I knew. All I can say is I have this friend let's call her Ava and she suggests things like this and before I can stop myself I'm signed up. For example parasailing, which we did in Hawaii. It went like this:

me: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh
her: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
me: You ok?
her: yeah, you ok?
me: Yeah.... AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh

For 10 minutes. The people in the boat laughed so hard at us they almost capsized.

So, really, this is just me giving back to the community/amusing those around me. Or, I was dropped on my head as a child. One of the two really.