tree in the breeze. calm.

now that i've calmed down a bit, i shall recount my days at avoca beach.

i got three undies from antz pantz as my christmas present.
those were the only presents i got.
they were from a woman my mum is friends with and she told me she was about to get me lacy ones or a g-string.
i resisted the urge to slap her and tell her im fucking 14.

on boxing day, i felt so emo i decided to try walk to the nearest shopping centre.
kincumber - 3km. we walked for an hour (uphill, lots of bushes, no pathways and streets to cross with racist white people honking cars at you because there are zero asians in avoca other than at the beach) and ended up at the local "centro"
which turns out, only had a bakery, fish shop and pharmacy and all that crap.
and they were all fucking closed.
on the way, we saw three dead birds, rubber glove, retarded gekko thing, ancient 2 dollar coin and a cow hoof (lower leg, to be more precise).

for the last one, we were walking and two local boys our age whom we met along the way pointed it out with such indifference
they were js like, see that thing over there by the gutter on the other side of the street? that's a cow hoof.
me - w t f

the other present i got is terrible tan lines and sunburn.
fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck :'(