Istanbul Turkey

I'm going to Istanbul Turkey next year. May, 2009. For about three weeks. The plane tickets are about $1000 (+). but fuck I'm going to do it, man. Another couple of grand or so for touring. I'll come up with the rest later.

December 2011, I'm going to Antarctica. $6000... that's going to be a big one...

Bill, my coffee boss told me his story, and I've been telling people about it. When he was 31, he had gotten divorced by his ex-wife, the crazy artist. Then he had gotten layed off from work (well, he's got a very expressive personality, so I can understand why). This was his architecture job, doing condos. So he was broke, and you'd think that's pretty bad, but he then found out that he had brain cancer. Ouch. Talk about being at the bottom of the pit. 31, broke, without a career, a wife, and with a huge tumor in your brain.... sucks. So that's when he started his coffee business. Because he really likes coffee, and his ex wife told him that he can't ever do anything with that. And, that's when he met Clair. His current wife.

I thought Clair was really lame. From what I hear, she doesn't do anything. She doesn't clean the house, she doesn't have a job, she doesn't cook, she doesn't fuck, she's not exactly charming. Her personality is like vegan food - dry and 'good'. And if Reiko says 'your house is dirty', it's really beyond the typical hygenic standards. I mean, I understand that raising two kids is a LOT of work, but really(?) I don't even use thier bathroom, I'd rather hold it.

Back then Clair had a few suitors and had a Masters in Business and fell for Bill. And hanged out with him before and after his surgery, when he couldn't even see enough to read or drive for months. I could see why Bill puts up with this woman, and why she gets whatever she wants. I mean, this man does everything... cooks, cleans, shops, and brings home the bacon. This marriage, tho, is definately not what I'd look for. That's what Pat said, and I have to agree.

On another note, I had a million short dreams last night. One involved a bath house and peeing. Another one was about my dad. The synopsis is that I'm overwhelmed, super duper duper frustrated, angry, overcaffenated, and tired. But I'm definately not complaining, because this is fun, and at least I'm not miserable.