Have life experiences that make interesting stories

I am not sure any longer if the problem lies in the lack of interesting experiences. It seems more and more that it is simply the story-telling skills that I need.

I think my life is uninteresting most of the time- then again I don’t talk about what i do and i’m a bad public speaker..

I tried baba ghanoush for the first time, before dancing merrily to Baggy Trousers and dousing my hair with glitter. All this surrounded by at least 30 police, who, despite provocation, failed to crack a smile. Following this was a march through the streets – blowing into noisemakers, waving a massive black flag, and shouting about the People’s Front of Judea/Judean People’s Front, much to the bemusement of onlookers. We ended up in a lovely big park, where upon entrance we were halted by a lassie very sincerely asking ‘Oi, are yous pirates?’, to which we of course replied ‘Yes. Yes we are’. After failing to join several other people planting anarchist and pirate flags in a large tree, I plonked myself on the grass and had my fortune read with Aleister Crowley tarot cards. And also banged the drums for a bit (that’s not a euphemism). I then strolled in the sunshine towards the point of departure for the bus home, stopping to hear a busker singing Keep the Car Running and buy some salt & vinegar chipsticks. Good times.

Yeah that’s me i did that lol!

live in France? Check.

and all the stories that go with it, ohhh

How strange would it be to move into a new apartment in a city of 200,000 people and it just so happens that you are moving in right after your arch nemesis has moved out? Unbeknown to him, that on street signs, light posts and electric boxes you are both in an epic battle to take up space.

Perhaps having an arch nemesis is strange in the first place. Am I alone here? I’m not sure I want one any more.

So, so traumatized.

Once a jeep was driving through Kenya. Suddenly it crashed into a tree. Everyone tried to get out the door but it got jammed. They all started to worry and panic. A killer then slowly approached the jeep. All the people started screaming. He reached into his pocket and pulled out bombs, matches and lighting fuel. He surrounded the jeep with lighting fuel. He saved his bombs for a diffrent time. So he put his bombs back in his pocket. And next he got his matches and lighted them along where the lighting fuel was. He ran about one mile away and watched the jeep go up in flames. This story is to be continued…....

ohhhhhhhhh, late night soft-core porn with my best (guy) friend…
sigh
how you amuse me.

playing sousaphone in a marching band (only girl in the section)
male strip club for my 19th birthday (haha!)
swing dancing
salsa clubs
6th street in Austin

ya know, my life can be pretty cool sometimes :D