Just before leaving Perth, I put an ad in the paper and sold my return
ticket back to Melbourne (something you're not really supposed to do) to
some English guy named Les. I got quite a bit for it, more than what I
paid. I bet he felt like an asshole when Qantas and Ansett began
advertising 75% discounts on domestic fares just a couple of days ago.

Packing up, I discovered that, to my horror, my Billy Ocean's Greatest Hits
CD has been stolen. Probably by the same punk who took my U2 Rattle & Hum
CD. At least he's got good taste.

Perth has been a good experience for me. A good resting place for the
Australian winter. In Perth, I think I got a lot accomplished in my quest
to understand women. I've met several, and almost every one of them turned
out to be a mental screw-up. Among the many valuable lessons I've learned:

-The girls who like to be chased are the ones who are least worth chasing.

-The better-looking a girl is, the more likely it is that contemporary
society has fucked her up in the head.

-The greatest misfortune in the universe is that good-looking chicks have no
desire or ability to make themselves truly happy.

My whole life, I was very bitter and confused about women because I didn't
know what motivated them to act the way that they do. But over the last few
months, I've pieced everything together, and I understand. The truth is
depressing. Any half-decent guy who has spent a significant amount of time
"in the field" knows what I'm talking about.

I spent my last few days in Perth hanging out with Jacqui, Sonya, and some
of their friends. We had a lot of fun, and I am sad to be leaving them.

Tomorrow, I leave for the northwest coast of Australia. I'm a backpacker
once again. The adventure continues.

No Regrets.

Jeff