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| Sunday, October 10, 2004 01:32 PM |
| I heart the beach |
| by poppy |
I had a rough week this week. One of those spend-Friday-morning-sobbing-in-your-car-in-front-of-work weeks. In an effort to cheer me up Feanor took me to Ocean City Friday night for some pizza and boardwalk. I've decided that I need to live near a beach, like walking distance near. I don't need a boardwalk, or even delicious pizza, I just need sand and water. As soon as I could smell the salt in the air (around the high-thirties on the parkway) I was instantly calmed. Stupid instructors and stupid classes and stupid assignments and stupid patrons all faded into "eh, not a big deal." For some reason the ocean puts things into perspective for me, and I feel that silly things are manageable and remember the important things that really do need my attention. So I've decided that I need to live near the ocean. This presents a problem. I don't think this will be hard for me to find work, since even shore towns have libraries, but I wonder if tech companies take up residence on the ocean (I doubt it; sand gets everywhere). So I've decided that we need to win the lottery so that we can live at the beach. I'm trusting the powerball to fufill my dreams. Anyone who wants to purchase tickets on my behalf will always have a shore house to hang at. (and I know I ended a sentence with a preposition, but the beach still has a hold on me, so eh) |
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