13-Apr-2006

This weekend, I am going to see my first Cirque du Soleil show.  Hopefully, it's the erotic one.  If not, it's a good excuse to grab Paco's on the way down to Long Beach. 

All this 80 degree weather has got me itching to buy a beach chair, which I still haven't done, even though I've lived here two years.  I think I just don't understand that going to the beach is accessible - I don't have to take time off or ride in a minivan for twelve hours with my stinky cousin in our matching bathing suits (welcome to my life at age 8 - not that I had to take time off then, but you get my drift).  Also, speaking of vacations, I think I am ready for a trip home.  However, now is not the time to approach H-Berts and G-Money about said rest and relaxation.  They called me three times when I left the desk to grab a sandwich the other day!  I'd scold them if I didn't love them so frickin' much.

And now, kittens, I must go.  Summer Waters is here, and, since she's a pal o'mine, I gotta entertain.  If you don't know who she is, you didn't watch the pilot, and if you didn't watch the pilot, you are partially responsible for my raging headache this afternoon.  Just remember, that's impotence for you.