watching the rain and feeding the birds bread

Will this keyboard work for me on this site? Yup seems to be working, I think it is only in my email that it acts like a palsy. Its raining today. Cool, got the weather out of the way. On to the daydreaming. I want to ride my bicycle around the world. First New Zealand, with a surfboard and a skateboard, on a bicycle, and stealth camp at some truly LOTR locales, and smile and talk to strangers and eat sustainably harvested (aka dumpster dived) bread. I don't want to work, but I do need money to buy plane tickets and other food that is not sustainably harvested. When I do work I want to do strange jobs that only last for about a month but are round the clock and pay well, so I can piss off guilt free. I have worked and mysteriously quit too many jobs where they had the impression I was going to stay longer. One look at my resume and it ain'y hard to tell, folks. I havent worked since April 21st except the one Tshirt TV promo I did when I was in NYC in July...it is now Novemeber 1st (birthday month!) and I still have money left somehow plus an extra $570 that my friend paid me back twice because he forgot he paid me the first time (didn't thin that was possible, but it has become a very stateable fact)...so miracles do happen, and it looks like he will be getting a late Christmas present, very late, because who knows (who's who? do you?) when someone will be employing me again. Hopefully it will be the Jackson Hole snowboard school, fingers crossed. All I have to do is that silly monotonous applying and experience proving bla blahhhhh. What happened to the days where you walk up to a place with a smile on your face and say, "OK boss, I'm ready to work!" and they give you a job (and a season pass to the most epic place that starts with a J and ends with a Hole!). This is the ideal projection for my 2010 winter...we'll see. Bad Religion has a song called "10 in 2010" and I have no idea what they mean but if 10 weird things happen in 2010 you will find me rocking out in a corner, stinking a bit, most likely from my socks. Socks suck. Thats whay there is only one letter difference between the two words. Luckily I do not wear socks too often. Minus the patchouli, I am a sandal wearing hippie who does not own any tie died clothing. DO NOT wear sandals if you are going to be mosh pitting at a punk show. My feet hated me after that night...shoes really do offer advanced protection far superior to that of my Keen Tijuana's (made in China, but soon babies will be made in China too). I do not wear underwear either, and after I pee I let the last few drops soak right into my pants for that natural musk feel. I'll leave you with that, you who have chosen to read this far into this version of this daydream brought to you by this underwearless sockless deodorantless tiedyeless and at-the-moment-bikeless ( : ( ) (?)) attached stringless free spirit. Namaste.