Hm.

I think I have structured my life around a desire to be needed and a refusal to need.

Fudge buckets.

I'm getting slightly more attached than I feel comfortable with. Time to run for the hills?

Girl with a gun

So.

Post-uni study break. Justin, Ben and I went to Springvale to check out a shooting range. Pretty dayum sick. Ah that spontaneous spending of $45 for 50 bullets, rent of a rifle and a target. That kinda bad ass feeling in the crisp night air. That satisfaction of shooting a gun. That rebellious thrill of not studying when I should be. Tick off the bucket list. :)

I wasn't a too terrible a shot.. Got a few bullseyes.

Worth.
Me