Ain't no mountain high enough

Marvin Gaye did not have my neighbours, if he did, the song would go; ain't no mountain high enough to keep you the fuck away from me.

Speaking of mountains, I want a mountain. I would like to live on a mountain away from telemarketers and Jehovas Witnesses and dogs who have separation angst and bark all night.

The days are getting shorter, the nights are getting colder, I have to wear longsleeves inside. And socks. What is up with that Australia. I am not ready, I was going to go swimming once more.

I got the best bargain yesterday, a leatherish bag. All I must acquire now, is cowboy boots(ikke le- det er ikke morsomt)and a white mans dressy shirt. Mission.