Cala -mity -mari.

This is what I have to look forward to?

Deep thoughts and sub-par candies.

Today marks the beginning of a series of misty-eyed goodbyes. Like the mints of the same name, you end up with these slightly disappointing, diluted flavours in pastel hues. Nothing's quite as sweet, saturated or blue as the sum of the whole. I'm tempted to sneak off in the night so my friends remember me as an idea, or a series of adjectives, and not as the collected images of the whimper of a departure.

I'm too caught up in these romantic notions of the sweaty, humid magic realists, the expatriates in linen, and ancient incan drumbeats to get too Eeyore. I'm kinda sad to go, but there's too much to see. Also, the Chilean boys are going to love me. High 5.

Back to misty mints. Somebody else made this.

Delicious.

Giant novelty scissors, etc.

Pretend I'm smashing a bottle of champagne all over the blog. Blood and sticky everywhere.

Welcome to Jordan.