in theory.
and i say ‘in theory’, mind you.
ok, in theory i’m getting ready to go to the beach. and apparently we’re also going to go and look at redwoods. i’ve never seen a real, live redwood before. and call me a tree-hugging hippy, but i’m excited. i hear them redwoods get purty big’s what i hear. and i hope that we’re going to some rugged coastal beach (as opposed to one of those inland non-coastal beaches, yes i’m dim).
but i hope that we’re going to a beach with big rocks and waves and no peoples. i like peoples. and i even like peoples at beaches. but i’m in the mood for a rugged rocky northern california beach without the peoples. (my favorite line from mars attacks, regarding why the aliens areattacking…’maybe they don’t liking the human being’).
and before we go to the redwoods and the beach we get to go to rainbow grocery which is probably the best health-food store in the entire world. boy. i really do sound like a tree-hugging hippy.
well, the reason that we’re going to the beach is cos there’s apparently some really good crack for sale at the beach. and we’re meeting metallica at the beach. and we’re going to burn tires at the beach. just trying to regain some tough-guy cred.
oh, look! there’s a little lavendar pot-pourri on my hotel desk!
damn
damn
damn.
tough-guys do not wax poetic about lavendar pot-pourri.
i need lessons.
let’s try again, fuck yeah! there’s some totally rad, fuckin’ kickass lavendar pot-pourri on my awesomely rad desk! better? no?
ok, i’ll stop now. time to find my uni-tard and my parasol.
moby