Fate packs a serious punch

Shit just keeps on happening that points me in direction of some serious change.The hand of fate is getting less gentle as time goes on. I think I'm getting bruised.

My imminent graduation in T-minus 3 days has been preceded by a long string of events and realizations that have led me to consider all things yukata and pocky sticks. The sails are filling with the heavy breath of new beginnings. I wonder where the boat will let me off? I'm giddy with anticipation.

C'est vraiment delicieux
vouler vous un petit gout?

Cheers from un petit peu francaise, un petit peu Japonaise.
J