the beach is calling to me. in every warmish day, in every gentle breeze, in every time i take a drive down grand central, it whispers sweetly in my ear "come back" and i think it's about time i did just that.
i love the beach, i often wonder if i could live there. could an overweight, not very attractive, weird kid who drives a taurus make it in the beautiful people culture of myrtle beach? daytona? LA? it better get used to it, cuz i feel like just jumping in my car and spending the next couple days seaside...*sigh* that would be just the thing.
how's july sound for everyone who reads this? i'm serious about this, let's go. it will be great, we'll just be balls out all week. or maybe just for a few days. whatever, just so long as i can taste the brine and feel the salt crystals on my skin. the stiff feeling my hair gets after an afternoon in the sea, the way my skin feels stretched too tight and baked to a crisp. ok, i'm gonna go make some salt water and splash myself with it, just to see if that helps. keep on keepin on
music:self, saves the day, seal(had to make mom's day gift), irish drinking songs
