I travel... ALOT. And, when I'm not travelling, I'm at home planning my next trip. I'm FUCKen neurotic when it comes to planning, so much so that I'll have two or three fallback plans, if the first one doesn't push through. But, it usually does.
I love my friends because they're always game to my crazy invites. ...Camping in Big Sur in November, are you crazy it'll be F*n cold (they say)? But, man... to those that came, did it not rock?! Sunshine, cool ocean breeze, spectacular views... thank you El Nino.
My boyfriend's the best(est in the world). When I first met him, I told him that I wanted to visit all seven continents in 5yrs. He replied, "Hell yeah! (I'm there.)" We've been together for three years and five continents.
I love my parents because they've always supported me. Even at 13, when I wanted to study an ocean away from them, they sent me off with a monthly allowance and a plane ticket back (redeemable anytime). ...I have two older brothers and love them both enormously because they're F*n brilliant.
Whatelse? ...Oh, yeah! My job rocks. I like the people, the location, the challenge, the benefits, and most especially the $$$.
I adore our pad. ...Even though it's got a ghetto piece of grass in the back. Hey, don't knock it. How many people do you know have a plot of grass within 100 meters from the beach? It may be small, but it's still rare.
Lastly, I love my dog. He's me in a k9: hyper, loving, picky, and a short term memory.
