Living in American SamoaLife in American Samoa
I sometimes have the feeling that I really did move under water. I' m beginning to realize that this whole "underwater" motive isn't all Disney made of it. Now, don't get me wrong, I usually use Disney caricatures for the bulk of my objective information. I woke up every morning with a showers and then ventured into the storm to get a coach.
Walking from the coach stop to the boarding house has prompted me more than once to change my training clothes from my normal lavalava to synthetic wader trousers. Back after work I fight the same traitorous way and go back home to take a slush. All of this has sparked a violent domestic struggle between my own Sorority grieving the bereavement of these wallets and my new relaxed islands constitution wondering why you would need a wallet if you have a perfectly acceptable nut front rack.
My tribute to the bad wheather in my dressing room is relatively small. I' ve started to adjust myself spiritually to this kind of weathers. Soon as the light comes up, I hurry out to absorb some sap. Because of pity, the advantage of this is that I have made some great mates when we are both out in the cold.
All in all I would say that I am quite well attuned, but I am looking forward to a rest in this kind of bad conditions and, if nothing else, a possible rainy outing. Living under water is definitely not a funny thing. No, Disney can keep its submarine haven. I' d like to get back on shore as far as this little prince is concerned.