they pay to kiss your feet

since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know. then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow.

Wednesday, August 06, 2008


i need a vacation.

i'd prefer to go somewhere warm with no humidity. it would be nice if they spoke french there. and if the food and drinks were free and abundant. but i don't want one of those all-inclusive resorty vacations. maybe a smattering of that mixed with some down-and-dirty, livin'-like-the-locals time. i'd also like to snorkel. shop. get a full-body massage (deep tissue, of course.) hike. run. sleep in. bathe in the sun. explore a new city on foot. bike next to the ocean. and have a moonlit dinner on the beach with my honey. all of that while discovering the best music i've never heard. the best food i've never eaten. the best sights i've never seen. the best clothes i've never tried on. the best air i've never breathed. and when it was all over, i would weep as i said au revior to paradise.


  • At 3:11 PM, Blogger Shane said…

    That sounds like Heaven. Literally.

  • At 3:12 PM, Blogger Pensive Girl said…

    you're right. but while i do look forward to that. i'm not ready today :)

  • At 8:52 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    yeah, that vaca you're talking about. um...me3


  • At 4:01 PM, Blogger Applecart T. said…

    The French Caribbean?


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