Subway kid, rejoice your truth.

I'm still recovering from our trip to Australia; the land of the unbelievably hot sun and the unbelievably hot boys (try not to miss me too much, bunnies, I'll be back soon enough. Possibly with paparazzi. Watch out for that). Someone come give me a massage, I need it after all the hard work. Really, though, it's marvelous there and the accents are adorable, but I think the bright lights of Hollywood would suit me better. Not to mention, they have tanning booths with UV rays to give me a golden glow instead of getting burnt and sweating like a pig. Unattractive, you know, which is something I'm not very fond of being.

I would have bought you all a souvenir but everything in the stores were tawdry and laughable --so of course I bought you all two. There are lots of things with kangaroos on them, but only a few t-shirts with the Australian flag on it that show your nipples, so don't fight over those.

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