Before you read on, let’s verbalise a single word with a single clap of the hands.
“Itadakimasu; let’s eat.”
“The bittersweetness of a brief and fading moment of transient beauty.”
T-minus 6 weeks until departure.
No, this is not a feminist rant. Nor is this a post about GRL PWR and cat calling (soz SJWs). I know – the pink palette and sassy sans serif might say otherwise.
“You’re not your job. You’re not how much money you have in the bank. You’re not the car you drive. You’re not the contents of your wallet. You’re not your fucking khakis.”