Meet me there: Kima Bajo Resort
In the spirit of filthy decadence, I am thinking that I am the luckiest little shit in town. I have everything that one could ask for. It's summer, and I'm left with good grades, a job, a fat bank account, a free 4-day trip down to Kima Bajo, free yoga stuff, free yoga classes, free bags, the perfect swim suits for outrages prices, home cooked food, a great family, an 'internship' with TAGS and a chance to give a workshop on stage management and makeup back in VJ.
"Love seeketh not itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care,
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a heaven in hell's despair."
So sung a little clod of clay,
Trodden with the cattle's feet;
But a pebble of the brook
Warbled out these meters meet:
"Love seeketh only Self to please,
To bind another to its delight,
Joys in another's loss of ease,
And builds a hell in heaven's despite."
make me a clod,
at the rate I'm going,
I'm going to be a bitter piece of pebble when the day is done.