if i had written this post 4 days ago then i would have talked about how i met these army men walking up to a mirador in salento. how they were happy to pose for a photo, but not so happy when i asked if i could get a picture holding their gun.
if i had written this post 2 days ago then i would be moaning about how i was driven crazy by a drugged up colombian guy in my room singing james blunt. as far as i'm concerned you can take whatever you like as long as you don't hurt anyone else. and singing you're beautiful
crosses the line.
if i had written this 5 and a half hours i go i'd be lamenting my bad counting skills at incorrectly working out the time difference and waking up an hour too early for the arsenal match.
if i had written this 4 hours ago i'd be ranting about how everytime i get up early to watch arsenal play in south america (man u away
, tottenham away) we always lose and it ruins my day.
if i had written this 2 and a half hours ago i'd be gleefully romanticising about how great football is and how i miss being in london on days like these
as it is i'm just going to write about what i could be writing about. i'm so meta.
here's the original