I suppose I will have to retract my former whiny complaints – traveling for work hasn’t been so bad after all. The sun actually showed its face here in Chicago, which I’ll take to mean that it likes me.
I guess I sort of like it, too.
I said sort of. Let’s not push it.
But when all is said and done, there will just never be any place like home. Not your home, mine. The best home that there is – Austin, Texas.
Austin made the list for best cities to live, get a job, raise a family, be a young person, be a single person, be a crazy person, and (yes) be a horny person. And for good reason. We’re kind of quirky down here, and it’s kind of awesome.
Every year, we pick a day to celebrate our weirdness. We use Eeyore as an excuse to hold a large party, which has become known as Eeyore’s Birthday Party. Below is a quick (and censored) view of daily life in Austin.
Sticking around down here will make you care far less what others think of you. Mostly because in two second’s time, they will have found someone weirder and forgotten about you.
I love you, Austin. The city of no shame.
[i love it when you bite me, love tiger. grrrrowl]
[avatar man, complete with snake and attractive blue sweat]
[wouldn’t be a birthday party without decorations]
[some people brought real cats. she brought a stuffed one for her shoulder. and a flute.]
[i always knew fairy princesses ate, too]
[i want to wear/ dress lots of children in this outfit. i could have a strawberry field of cuteness.]
[…or else they’ll fucking sting your ass]
[go on, shake yo… head feather]
[if only you knew how many boobs came out to make Eeyore smile. this was PG.]