6.30.2011

sarcasm.

i want a vacation.  i want to pack up my swimsuit and a pair of jeans and go stay on a beach.

where it stays above 90 degrees the whole time i'm there.

i want to sit and read books till my eyes feel like they will fall out of my head. 

and it would be ideal if i didn't need to go anywhere more than a few hundred yards away from my beach vacationing area.  maybe a grocery store on the corner that sells delicious fresh produce.  and a burrito truck.

i think there should be a magically endless supply of beer, water, and iced tea.

oh, and ice cream cones.  there should also be a magically endless supply of ice cream cones.