Rerturn of the monkey

My damn monkey mind has returned. Today I have ALREADY dipped my toes in the Indian ocean, bathed in champagne with a Brazilian god, found 1 billion dollars in my back pocket, flew my helicopter to Miami, Cuba, Bali, Perth, and the moon, sworn of coffee while sipping a double espresso, joined the Olympics as a super-flexi gymnast-double-bar master, bought a voice recorder from Rite Aid to create the "best podcast ever", cash-advanced all my cards and joined the circus in Toronto, became a nun in Nepal, became a Buddhist in Nepal, became an Atheist in Nepal, drove a Harley along the coast of Ireland with a red bomber jacket with "Emily Is Here" stitched into the back, invented a pill for transparency, bought a boat to live on forever, became champion gum- spitter, shaved my head, smashed all the world's clocks, painted my first painting...of a painting...of a painting and sold it for $3.72, rolled down a grass hill on my side, wore a Venetian Gown to the dentist where I had my gold grill installed via mouth, learned Spanish, learned French, found directions with my new iphonealottapeopleandtechnologysuckswhenyouuseittoomuch phone, learned Italian, learned Bahasa Indonesian, dicovered the meaning of life, tossed everything I own to the wind in exchange for the momentary pleasure of freedom from goods, learned Greek, learned Russian then found a Russian to practice my Russian, Became the Tai Chi master, kissed the Brazzilian god and became a goddess then realised I was already a goddess and said bye to the god, glued furniture to the ceiling, asked who am I, What am I and the STUPID question... why? All that? All in like 3 hours? Yes. Leave me alone ya damn monkey. I didn't schedule an appointment with you today. ;)