Vacation is a beautiful thing

Aaaaahhhhhh...vacation is in full effect. I've shopped (too much), hung out with friends, had a couple drinks (not enough), watched some movies (King Kong was too long), exercised (ok, just once, but it's a start!), and bought some cds and records. Good times, good times.

I need more money, more sex (as in I'm not having any and I need some), and more time to play. Two men have put out the word they're interested...but as always, they're not the right ones. One may or may not have a girlfriend and one is 47 and asked his daughter (who teaches with me) to get my phone number. Again, I ask you, can a sista get a break? Apparently not.

In a couple days I go to H-town to spend Christmas with Babydaddy and his family (I know but that's just how it is) and then back for hopefully a week of debauchery and revelation. Ok, let's not get carried away...I'll be reading in the coffee shop and talking about the same old shit.

In the meantime, I'm reading a fabulous book, listening to outstanding music, and I have kick-ass friends, and I got an A- in my really hard class, so who's complaining?