I woke up today feeling fabulous.
My plants aren't dying, the roommate is happy and Goa is finally hot. Riding through streamers on my way to work I realised that the time I spent mooching took away from the fact that I really am in a happy place.
Shit will hit the fan at some point but sitting around waiting for it to happen is a little silly don't you think?
Lunch at Ritz awaits(One of Goa's oldest and most succulent restaurant, serves the most fantastic Hindu Goan food) and I shall bounce there with chopsticks in my hair.
How awfully posh.
Bouncy songs for bouncy days: The faded paper figures present, the persuaded