Sunday, January 11, 2009
when i grow up, i want my own room
characters.
i ponder the characters.
who will they be, and what will they say?
what will they face along the way?
will they be pretty, will they be rich? will they wake up alone in a ditch?
never wrote a book before.
smells like a challenge.
getting started in about 27 days.
in the shade of a palm tree on a beach bordering blue water.
mexico kills me.
im hooked on it.
like that guy everybody knows from highschool who was hooked on everything.
he always had a big stupid grin, and a wandering eye.
the kind of guy you'd high-five in the hallway, but never give a ride home.
then, many years later, you crash into him at about 4am at 7-eleven, and now he's hooked on getting you to come play rockband at his place, and you are forced to invent a basket of lies, while trying to get a turn on the self-serve nacho cheese flavored sauce so you can effectively coat your stale tortilla's in a think orange layer of escape.
thats how i feel about mexico vacations.
real, real good.
so im goin back in a couple weeks.
everyone is invited.
if vacation is a sin, let there be no god.
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