The word 'playa' suggests a body of water.
From the front window, I can see the fog creeping over the city like and old womans hand. I miss the fog. But! in exchange I get to sit outside in the shade of my house in the backyard with airplanes slowly growling overhead, the sprinkler spitting on the grass, with a glass of wine waiting for Big Brother to begin at 8:00.
I got a lot of sad writing done on the first chapter of section 2 of my book so I deserve to sit around like a slacker.
I did manage to pull out my tent that has been simmering in playa dust for 2 years. Just setting it up to hose it down, my fingers got all dry-ee and sound like sandpaper when I rub my fingertips together.
I have to start exercising TOMORROW (not today) and begin hydrating so I don't get so sick like I have in the past. Is a vacations supposed to be this much work? (and money?) fuck.
I got a lot of sad writing done on the first chapter of section 2 of my book so I deserve to sit around like a slacker.
I did manage to pull out my tent that has been simmering in playa dust for 2 years. Just setting it up to hose it down, my fingers got all dry-ee and sound like sandpaper when I rub my fingertips together.
I have to start exercising TOMORROW (not today) and begin hydrating so I don't get so sick like I have in the past. Is a vacations supposed to be this much work? (and money?) fuck.