I took time off from work. Just needed it for my mental sanity. The shrink agreed.
MPS surprised me with airline tickets. He rocks. MPS is working and I’m sight seeing. Poor him, lucky me.
I absolutely love jet setting. Booking a last minute flight gives me a rush. Airports make me hate children. One snot nosed child kept running up and down and knocking over my coke zero. The parents did absolutely nothing. I was not amused. Another child howled and screeched during our long as hell flight. I wanted to slap the shit out of gangs of teenagers. I really don’t like other people’s kids. Will I like mine?
I dunno. Being here makes me not want to have children. My life is so incredibly free. We get to do whatever we want. I have a flight out tomorrow to one of my favorite cities in the world. I plan on having debaucherous fun. And the best thing is, I totally can.
Perhaps my life is just perfect now — just me and MPS having one big party. Maybe I’m currently an infertile cow for a reason. I’m so fucking double minded about having kids. This “Summer Off” is giving me a lot of perspective.
Hint: I’m somewhere over the Atlantic. Not in the USA. The ethnic food rocks.
i’m reading regularly. =)
and your jet-setting lifestyle sounds totally ROCKING, dude. have safe travels, and much fun, and enjoy your summertime off from work!
i fucking love you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
hahaha was that meant for me? much lowve back to you, buddy! enjoy amsterdam!