Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where I talk about the past. I'm gonna have my friend here grab one of my cartoon books. I used to keep my diaries in cartoon form. So I had my friend here pick out one of my journals. She opened it up to a time I was seeing this one girl when I lived in Paris. Here's the cartoon, but I'm not gonna say anything. I think the photo says it all.
P.S. I looked outside to verify which floor I was on. I was on the eighth floor. Maybe I'll explain more one day when I'm much older, and living in Antartica.
You know, I used to travel all the time. I have many many cartoons of me on the plane. My friend here opened up one of my journals to a time I was on the plane on the tarmac for four hours. This seemed to be a common thing. It would drive me crazy. I'll include a cartoon of when this happened to me.
The last thing I'll talk about is windsurfing. I was obsessed with windsurfing. I would try to windsurf every day. I even brought the bloody thing with me on photoshoots. The client would often say, "What's that?" I would reply, "Oh that? That would be my reflectors." Never a dull moment, but let me give you some advice, if you're surfing or windsurfing in uncharted territory, always ask the locals if there is anything in the water you should know about. I was once chased by a shark in New Caledonia. Not a comfortable feeling.
That's about all for this week. I'll talk to you guys soon. Love, B. Nice