why is it yesterday dragged (drug?) along, seeming to last forever. while today, my illicit day off, is going by too quickly? it’s already two-thirty and all i’ve accomplished is making some fried rice and having a nap. bleh. i can’t even conceive of opening a book or going outside. my computer bores the shit out of me and i have no money to see a movie or rent the same.
i bet i’m not the only one who’s noticed i’m a little more sexual than usual, either. *sigh* i need me some hot, monkey lovin’. now.
at least my apartment is clean. oh, and i really do think there’s something which is smoldering inside the electrics of my car. every time i go out to go somewhere, i expect to find burned-out husk of a geo. yesterday, after doing very little running around, it really stank. like plastic burning. aahhh. i just can’t deal with it anymore. *punt*
i need a vacation. a real vacation. somewhere i’ve never been, with someone who’ll cuddle with me at night. someplace with character and ambiance. oh, and it has to be dirt cheap and not too hot. any suggestions?
come to chicago, it’s 13°C. i’ll even let you borrow my sleeping bag*.
*SnuggleMeAndy! (TM) sold separately, batteries not included, some assembly required.
*ahem*
you can come to austin. it isn’t all that hot yet if you come now. :) there is plenty of character! and i can guarntee lots and lots of cuddling of the heathery person.
if you’re down with some solitude, i would suggest galiano island. then again, i always suggest galiano island when people ask these types of questions. :)
ooh… i wish my mom still talked to her friends with the cabin on gabriola. i would kill someone to spend a week there.
EastVan is lovely this time of year.
If you hurry Miami won’t be too hot. We still have… (checks watch) …about 10-15 minutes of spring left.