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title from spam recieved: And I certainly understand your concern in your husband's sudden lack of allowing you to read his secret e-mail account.
umm, okay. back home, and it feels weird. they say home is where the heart is, the crappest cheesiest line in the world, sponsored by hallmark im sure, but what if your heart just isnt in it anymore. strange feeling. this feels foreign. post departure/ return feelings i guess. was brilliantly appropriate that arrived back to pissy, pea soup windy shit evening yesterday- ah sweet durban how could i ever leave you and your awful weather. what was highly amusing is that there was a promotion for celebrate durban- come to durbs and experience the sunny high life- and these poor girls in bikinis lying on a fake beach at the entrance to the arrivals section. they were turning blue as i watched. selling durban to returning durbanites is a whole new and original concept. real special. i feel like theres a bubble of distance between me and my surroundings. i hope it'll settle otherwise i have to move sooner than expected. except im broke, absolutely flat broke, so that doesnt help with the game plan; kind of impacts on the excitement and fun of life. dammit. might be, ahhhh, shock horror, time for a job again. but its still sunday so i dont have to think of things like that just yet.