livingoutloud

Work is wearing my shit all out.
I'd explain, but frankly I'm rather tired of talking about it.

I did however convince them to give me my thanksgiving vacation days in early october rather than on thanksgiving. Why on earth would I want that?
Oh, well, because my pretty panamanian sailor boy has arranged for me to come back to his ship as a 'guest' (read as 'free'). And I'm going.

I'll admit it. I'm smitten.
Its very foolish of me.
I'm behaving like a stupid girl.
Just can't seem to give a damn though.