medusaq

i'm back. boo.

i liked my vacation - it kicked serious ass.
i got to smoke, drink, & be merry every single day.
i got to cuddle, talk, play, & hook up with a cute jah-lovin' hippie at the Hostel in the Forest. her name was Kentucky-i.

i also got to hook up with a good friend of mine.
i got to hang with the locals in St. Augustine.
i got offered several kinds of illegal substances.
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i got hit on by all sorts of random folks...some cute, some not. some male, some female. some old, some young.

i played in the ocean.
i saw an old friend from childhood, & her daughter.
i camped in the rain.

i bought lots of beautiful, used books, including the COMPLETE collected works of e.e. cummings.

i ate lots of good food & drank lots of cheap drinks.
i got to know 2 new people a lot better.
i got to hang with my housemates more than usual.

i didn't feel depressed, even though i was on the trip with 2 couples.

i detached myself from the stupid shit that causes me illness.

i wrote. i breathed. i sighed. i smiled. i laughed. i saw. i WAS.

i want it all to stay with me. but i think there's something to be said for the added factor of physical escape.

*sigh*