Uggh, I’m getting restless again. WHY can’t I have something a little different??? I don’t want to just sit around. Sure, I love to do that on weekends, but sometimes I just wanna scream because there’s nothing new. If I could at least sit around somewhere else… like in a hammock in Hawaii, or in a thatched hut in Scotland. (Do they still have those? Or was that just in Braveheart?) Okay, fine, so I’m romanticizing travel. And danger. And adventure, and love, and everything else. I dare you to do different for something you desperately want.
I think what I really want is something dangerous. I’m kind of getting tingles right now, just thinking of it.