honesty*rain

La vacance! Nous somme en vacance! Voulez vous couchez avec moi? Allez! Allez!

What the fuck was that all about, I don’t have any idea but listen here! yesterday morning I woke in my own bed and was laying there and I thought we should go away for the weekend! To that new hotel with the cool indoor waterpark! So I called! At 730am! Then I woke Dan up and told him to get the suitcase.

THAT’S HOW I ROLL.

Now we are most certainly not at home but instead at a hotel where I am enjoying a beverage and readying myself to decide between two piece and one piece for our second visit to waterpark today. Vacation is a lovely business. Like you don’t have to really clean up after yourself and you feel perfectly justified buying one in every color of that cute sweater at Target because stuff you buy on holiday? It doesn’t cost real money! It’s pretend money! It won’t impact your general finances one bit! It’s a miracle.

Like how eating food off of someone else’s plate cannot get you fat. Same like that.

I’m in a different country. And that means you can spend even more pretend money and eat off of the room service menu without fear of consequence. I think I’ll stop by Tiffany’s tomorrow. Because it won’t matter none! Diamonds here I come!

Thing about water slides in the two piece though is of course the fear of it popping off of various regions one generally prefers to keep covered. And so you slide down and at the bottom you cover your boobs as though you love yourself just too much and then look down so that everyone is thinking good lord why doesn’t she just go kiss herself already. But no, people, no! I am protecting you from nipple exposure! I am protecting you all!

There will not be photos. Carry on.

there’s some stuff going on within my extended family. serious brand stuff. and i always find having the weight of the internet behind you does wonders for helping send things down the path of goodness and joy. so if you can, please keep a thought. this next while will be challenging but also best. doing the best thing isn’t always easy and this is one of those times. and yet chosing anything less than the best thing is absurd.

thank you for your thoughts. they are appreciated and felt.

For a long time I’ve intended to start another site (in addition to this one) and Dan finally said well, what’s taking you? Nothing. Nothing is taking me, buddy, I said back to him and then rushed off and registered the domain*. I would be thrilled if you’d all come by and bring a friend or thirty. Some of you may recogonize the inaugural post but rest assured that new content is forthcoming so soon because I will not have Dan again wonder what’s taking me.

See you there! And here! Because I am totally going to start writing here too! Swear it!

*I would be remiss if I did not tell you that Dan came up with the domain name. I would also be yelled at if I did not tell you because he wants full credit and a share in the profits.

from december 15, 2005

conversation

Me: What is that flowery music you are listening to?

Dan: I think it’s Enya.

Me: You want me to wash your panties for you?

Dan: Shut up.