Mouseward

I’m leaving on a very short trip to southern california – getting on a plane in about two hours. I wish I had time for a real vacation, with time spent sipping cocktails by a pool, and energetically doing nothing. But this isn’t that kinda trip; i’ve got two and a half days to hit […]

I’m leaving on a very short trip to southern california – getting on a plane in about two hours. I wish I had time for a real vacation, with time spent sipping cocktails by a pool, and energetically doing nothing. But this isn’t that kinda trip; i’ve got two and a half days to hit d-land and possibly a few other sites in and around anaheim (though I’m sure, as usual, I won’t have time to go get tattooed by jack rudy; that always happens).

It’s the kind of trip where one has fun, but never had time for downtime which what I need most right now. That has to wait a bit, however, and it’s virtaully impossible to be unhappy at Disneyland.

I fly back saturday afternoon, so at least I have a day of peace and quiet after the trip. I’ll need it.

5 thoughts on “Mouseward”

  1. Have fun, first. Second, BREATHE, hon, even if it’s just zoning on the plane. Third… don’t goose Cinderella on the hiney. The Mouse takes a dim view. Fourth: BREATHE SOME MORE… Have a ton of fun and just zone when you can.

  2. UATW, you need to get all up close and personal with me. Now.

    DN, D’evil, WORK CALLED ME WHILE I WAS IN THE FUCKING HAUNTED MANSION. I’m in my hotel right now cleaning up some mess no one else knows how to deal with.

    Christ. I don’t even make one day. Where’s my fuckin’ crack pipe?

  3. Oh sweetie… Just pretend that they are all big scary ghosts. If you ignore them they will go away!

    What was it on twitter? Something about “Asswipes!”

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