a The Transit Lounge: White Heat

Back in the Day: I had a quarter life crisis, headed to Osaka, Japan for the unknown–only to discover that a passport plane ride are not necessarily a ticket to escape. Some Years Later: Settled back in Oz, the man of my dreams ended up in Tokyo for work–which is how a passport and plane ride showed me home is where the heart is. And Now: Well as luck would have it, we are about to embark on Japan Mark 3, with a baby in tow and another on the way...

Saturday, February 17

White Heat

Too hot to do anything but lay by the pool today. Supposed to check out some Japanese DJ in the city tonight and go to a burlesque show in St Kilda but I.CANNOT.BE. FAGGED. So I will probably wind up at a mate's house in Richmond doing Jager shots under his air conditioning instead.
I hate jager.

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