My passport is still in the post office in wellington and friday is public holiday! Fuckkkkkkk it HAS to arrive tomorrow!
Salvador Dali drawing a penis on the forehead of a woman and signing it with Picasso’s signature
Hey guys, here are news about my “no passport, no money” situation.
This morning I tried to call the embassy, but it wasn’t working. Then I wrote them an email, no reply. Already anxious, I went to dealers who do used car auctions, asking how much they’d offer me for my car. Not more than 400$ they said. Which is obviously a joke - that price for a station wagon in good condition?!
So I was desperately dropping the price by 900$, put new advertisements on the backpacker boards…
Later, in the afternoon I checked the tracking number of my passport online. And fuck yes! They scanned it, which means it’s out of the embassy and should arrive here tomorrow. And about one hour after these lucky news, someone asked to see the car for tomorrow. So, when I’m lucky, my passport could arrive tomorrow AND I could sell my car for a good price. (I need the money for Asia!)
Phhheeww….stressfull last three days in New Zealand..
Three days. I can’t believe it
200% sure that all of my friend have secret meetings where they just talk about how annoying I am
when u stand up 2 fast n suddenly ur floatin thru space n time
Sven Nordqvist is a Swedish illustrator whose best known books are Pettson och Findus (Pettson and Findus), the first which was published in 1985. The stories tell the adventures of an old farmer and his cat (What’s not to like?)
It’s clear why these charming illustrations became so popular. Over 6 million copies have been sold and the books have been translated into 44 different languages.
Nordqvist himself always wanted to be an illustrator but was not accepted by any art schools. Instead he studied architecture. He appears to have dove into an illustration career without any school training. Eventually, in 1983, he won an award for a children’s book and worked exclusively on chilren’s books after that.
Let me tell you a short story about the hard life of a backpacker.
my situation: after 10 months in new zealand, it’s my last 4 days here, i still need to sell my car (i already spent a lot of money and energy into trying to sell it), since i didn’t work for the last six weeks, my bank balance is going to zero. the money i hope to get from selling my car is the money i need to travel asia for six weeks with two chilean friends that i met here. also, my passport is still at the indian embassy. and without passport and i can’t leave the country to cambodia on friday. neither do i have the money, nor the time to change flights.
so, if things don’t turn out well in the next three days, i’m fucked. Yo.
But i take it as part of the adventure
people who laugh so hard at their own jokes that they can’t even finish the joke because they’re laughing so hard are my favorite kind of people
These flies are having sex on my steering wheel for almost an hour now. They’re not moving, no humping, nothing, so i thought maybe they died during koitus? But then i touched them and they were flying around, without seperating until they returned to their love nest. Imagine flying and having sex at the same time; it’s possible in a fly’s life.