Onced

 I barely managed to survive a 32 Celsius day here in Melbourne, Australia (or 89.6 degrees Fahrenheit for you crazy Americans). I've also only ever seen snow twice in my entire life. I'm envious of you all.     

This song keeps me elated as hell when I'm feeling down. I don't know why, but I've been listening to it for the better part of the year and still don't get tired of it. 
 
  

I was awed watching that, though certainly not in a good way. There's a layer of impersonality that permeates off textbooks and the black and white documentaries that air on History. I personally never grasped what the bombings truly meant, I understood the concepts, but I certainly didn't apply them in a personal context. But to be upon that ground, hearing the sounds of the gunfire, seeing the explosions.. it's not something I can accurately describe. 

I.. what the fuck? Seriously? Who the fuck publishes shit like that?

I've started reading it twice, but never got around to completing it fully. I fucking love the Battle of Yonkers

I was killed by my arch-nemesis in Borderlands. The explosive barrel.

I rode one when I was younger during a festival. Unbeknownst to myself, I was apparently very near falling off it. Since that was revealed to me, I've been very keen to avoid them when possible. Huh.. I wonder what the scientific term for being afraid of horses is.. 
 
Turns out it's hippophobia. 

I'm more partial to dogs. They can at least be trained not to leave hair all over newly washed, yet unfolded clothes. 

In a perfect world, I would say that I bide my tongue and go along with the current if it's unavoidable. Realistically and unfortunately, I'm prone to speaking with an acid tongue when riled and saying things I ultimately regret. 

Victoria, Australia.