piski

I had the most lovely vacation. Boston is a beautiful city. With amazing clam chowder. All added to the allure of a room I didn't have to clean, complete with gigantic and fluffy white bed. And, on top of all that, seemingly endless orgasms.

Don't make me go back to real life. Please? Who do I bribe to make this happen?

Pictures:
The graveyard next to our hotel:

Random streetcorner (pretty clock tower, mediocre photo).

And the lazy, hazy state in which I spent most of my time.