j'aime les hiatuses.
sometimes a girl just needs a little TLC, downtime, and a significant cut-off of city slickin. Really, I want a bloody garden someday, okay? And with gardens there is usually a lot less bullshit like the mania which was out my front window for the entire week. don't get me wrong, i love spectacles, but, i also love hiatuses. currently, the latter trumps the former, and thus will hopefully prevail for some time yet and reinvent itself in new forms.
i make my return to the city streets that are covered with mounds of confetti and celebratory vomit, while i am celebrating the newly aqquired silence. yes, i am occasionally pre-maturely old, and besides, jazzfest was better.
in slightly daunting news, i have aqquired myself a line of credit (eep) which could quite possibily aid my ventures to the lava rock. all i need is someone to live with me, or, something along these lines. i feel it may just be significantly easier finding housing once im there, as the interweb is proving itself to be crep!
in slightly enlightening news, i decided to give those crazy shits over there a call and give them hell for their utter lack of student affairs information assistants doding on my every concern in a basement office for 8 hours everyday. ahem. no i did not reach the faculty, as the university is closed for the summer ... (????) ..slacking bastards... but i DID talk with a janitor who was nice enough to pick up the phone. he proceeded to tell me in the thickest of accents that no ones around and that he certainly hopes i can come visit them in their "beautful country."
well, ... DER!
most correspondance ive received in months!, years even....
again with the utmost pending nature of everything.
ah vell.
here's what a hiatus looks something like in front of a lens:
hanging with the girls (and not just my breasts.)
shane loves it almost too much.
complete with a ride to Bville return of the mack style.
be my lady.
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i'll be your lady
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