Sunday, July 25, 2010

Long weekend away. Party's can be exhausting, so tired of being asked
"sooooooo what doyoudooooo"
Only in America do i get asked this question, never any where else. At least not right away. I think its only so others can size you up, see if they can use you and then move on.
Bullshitters can recognize other bullshitters.

When people with money, who already don't work, whose everyday life is a vacation, really do go on a vacation, its exactly what you except it to be. Lot's of stuff, money, group sex, drugs, parties and dinners. When you date high profile men they love, adore, going out to dinner. Whether its to show you off or indulge in some old fashion gluttony, (or both), most night are picking out the 'right restaurant to go to with the right seat to be seen in." All very important, all very dull.
I am always hyper aware of what i eat for the simple reason i must always be in shape. So i try to simply grin and bear it.
Really, what i look forward to it the travel. I love, love to go away. I have a habit, no matter where i am, no matter what i do, I want to be somewhere, anywhere else. So when i am going, traveling, leaving, i feel slightly more calm. Slightly.
Now to unpack.

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