Work is being difficult. I keep looking at the calendar for some hope of relief in the form of a vacation. I’d like to spend a week in bed. With company - hers, in truth. Warm and funky all week long - Her hair all fucked up, breaks in sex where she walks around my room in one of my dress shirts. I don’t care about beaches. Fuck tropical climates. Give me a week with no phones. No communication that has to ring or beep to get my attention.
No phones. Lots of sex. Coffee. And a cool climate to run in each morning. And my bed to sleep in. That is my next vacation.
Have you forgiven me yet? *smile*
I agree with you. Fuck the beach. A week in bed with all the telephones ripped out and a dead mobile phone battery. Yum.
Hugs and enjoy your holiday,
rg
Comment by remittance girl — 8/6/2005 @ 12:23 am
Hello rg -
Your face is welcome around here - no grudges.
I’m all for the vacation, but at the moment it is a little further off. I believe at last check that I have about 187 hours of vacation to take. That equates to a lot of sex and sleeping.
Comment by Daemon — 8/7/2005 @ 12:54 pm