This is it!

It's me again! (Now about to board the flight at Roissy)

I wasn't planing on writing another message until the first stop, Buenos Aires, but I'm on my way to Paris to catch my flight (yeah, the map from last post is a complete lie: I'm flying from Paris and not from Berlin - so beware, people: don't trust everything this blog says. Each word, each sentence should be analysed within and out of its context. There might be some exaggerations every now and then (actually I did some thinking and decided to stay home after all) anyway, my point is: I can't sleep any longer, so here I am! (But still tired, so don't expect to read something really funny - I suggest you switch to http://www.catsthatlooklikehitler.com/ if you want a good laugh)

What did I do last night to be so tired? Well, it's a very rude question, so don't get used to me answering it.

As a lazy fatass (whose main activity and only reason to live is to postpone things until the very last minute), yesterday evening I chose to prepare a small presentation for the university, to wonder how to get a visa for the US, to send important mails (to be able to withdraw more money from the bank, perhaps 50€ aren't enough?), and to start packing for more or less 8 months on the road.

Ok, this is not really true (remember the 'don't trust everything on this blog' part?). The lazy fatass already had almost everything settled: visa for Japan, health insurance, enrolment at the university in Kyoto (24^th best in the world, b****!), couchsurfer in Buenos Aires... And packing was done already. But hey, it's always cooler to pretend you're stressed and in a rush. If you don't think so, it means you are old and boring.

Anyway, still trying to organize this blog here, and wondering which is best. Sticking to the boring objective truth, or pimping stories, a nip here, a tuck there? I might as well kiss the Pulitzer Prize goodbye, but I'll go for the second option. Otherwise, you'll end up reading posts like 'Yesterday I woke up, had a piece of toast, then did the dishes. Then went grocery shopping and bought some cauliflower'. Who wants to read that? Looks like a monologue in Plus belle la vie. No thanks! It's all about pimping life, my dear, and pimping I know!

Bottom line of this post: learn to think for yourself (and stop looking at silly cats with black marks on the face)

I'll see you when you'll see me! Wish me luck!