I'll be away on a sunny island at a sexy beach resort for the next 4 days spa-ing it up. Hopefully it will rejuvenate my mind and grant me clarity and direction. No no, only Jesus does that, but I wonder if you can find God in aromatherapy essential oils. I'll bring my bible, bring my heart and a cranium-craming book on postmodernism.

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.

*satisfaction*

almost.

"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."

Dear Lord,

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.

It's all or nothing.

Truth and consequences will take you for a ride.

Make your choice.

As angeline says, things aren't as complicated. And I realise that I don't have to realise that much and it really doesn't matter. Nobody really gives a damn unless it affects their lives, and it just so happens that relationships affect lives more then anything else.

The catch is, they don't have to.

7 years or 7 weeks... whatever.

Just let me live and let live.

At least we have a God that allows us to yell at him.