Can’t help but wonder: what on earth did these people do to deserve the good life? All they do all day is laze under the sun, float (or have sex) by the pool or doze off in their air-conditioned five-star hotel room. For anything they need, the hotel staff is at their beck and call.
Moi? I cannot even enter the goddamn hotel.
How I wish I'd have the time ... and resources, to simply disappear and be a King in a faraway kingdom. How I wish I could fly off to some island in the Bahamas. Or Greece. Even Antarctica. Wherever I could have some f**k**g rest.
Monday, April 30, 2007
Give Me a Damn Break!
If you look out from my office workstation, this is the view that will greet you: