Saturday, June 03, 2006


...where the men are hot and the sangria is cheap; that's where i'm going in about 5 hours with my friend the divine miss em. i hate flying, which isn't news in the least, but i have always wanted to go to spain.

i can't tarry. i have to go shave pubic enemy numero uno so i can wear my new bikini in confidence. and then i have to pack my carry-on (as opposed to carrion) full of scanty little summer clothes -- the kind of clothes i can never wear in germany because the temp doesn't climb past 50 degrees on a good day. and by 50, i mean fahrenheit.

i'll make some updates when i return.