Go to the Desert
I'm off to Vegas in a few short minutes, and I'm leaving at a very inopportune time because of work, but alas, I've been given the green light, so fuck it, I'm outtie.
Getting ready to go on any trip ensures that I'll be up late the night before doing things I should have done earlier. Packing, washing clothes, flirting with naps, talking to boys. You know me, I'm the queen of distraction. Procrastination. Drama. Gay Clubs. IMs. I'm happy to be away for awhile, although trips are always better if you share it with someone. I would like to think that I'm going away on a real trip by myself, to replicate Paris or Barcelona, but that's not going to happen for awhile. It's all good, I suppose. Those trips will come in due time.
So I don't know if I'll have access to blog-la-la, because where I'm going, there isn't even a phone, which means I'm going to have to scrounge around for an internet cafe. Great. I hope the ones there are as nice as the ones in Europe. On that note, I'm off to finish getting my life together before The Apostle fetches me and deposits me at the airport. I'll see you on the other end of the commute, as I like to say.
Be nice to each other when I'm gone. I'd hate to have to come back and slap someone around, unless you're into that sort of thing.
Voodoo
Monday, May 13, 2002
I like long walks, especially when they're taken by people who annoy me. ~Fred Allen
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