It's two days till I leave the country for six weeks... and I haven't started packing yet (all I have in my backpack is my eno hammock). In fact I am about twenty miles away from all of the things I need to pack and today will be going the opposite direction. Procrastination... must be genetic. Oh well... I just talked to me ma and dad on skype and got to see Jack and Isaac. The little boys have been counting the "sleeps" til I get there, and I must admit I've been counting too. I am getting more and more excited. This is my first blog ever and it will probably start out quite ugly, but I hope it gets better as time moves on. Sometimes I may revert to my wog, so some of my words might not make sense right off. My sister Jesse has a cool blog at jldimmock.blogspot.com
Just for those that don't know what woggishness/wogs are:
WAWG-gish-nes, n., Colonial British: the quality of being a wog. This includes a general love of all things African (especially chai, wearing flip flops, speaking with a wog accent, often being dirty, smelly and unshaven - and not minding it, etc...).
(it's kind of like slang from RVA)
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