I Fell in to a Burning Ring of Fire

My apathy is growing; it surrounds me like those dead skin cells in the bath tub and at this point in time snowboarding around the world for a year is a tempting consideration. The thought of doing this comes and goes, these days, on a daily basis. I met two wild hot boarders the summer after my freshman year of college. I met them in Chile where I was spending a few weeks of the summer; I boarded a few times in the Andes and happened to come across them. They were starting a year long boarding trip around the world before completing their senior year of college; this sounded good to me then and sounds better to me now. I have spoken with them several times over the last few months as their trip ended this past summer back in the Andes and I was originally planning to meet them back there last summer, but circumstances prevented that from happening. I can think of nothing better right now than to take a year off and to do the same. I'm torn, weak little parchment that I am. I don't want to tear, but the fountain pen keeps writing stay and get it over with it will be for the best while the black round felt tip spells get out of here you could be dead tomorrow. Meh. Woke up to the nastiest tasting mouth anyone could ever imagine. You all wanted to know that didn't you? I spend a fair amount of my time at an apartment that does not belong to me; there are reasons for this but we won't go there. I do spend some time in my dorm; however, sadly there is not a whole lot of food there in the middle of the night. Last night there was a box of Triscuits and a red onion. I was starving so...yes, I ate Triscuits topped with red onion. It�s really good - believe me - until you wake up and despite fifteen brushings of the teeth and flossings, and a half a gallon of mouthwash, ( the non burning whole family gathers around begging for it kind), your mouth tastes like a garbage pale without the advantage of having had drunk a pitcher of gin. Is there an award for the worst catalogue writing?

Some guys like to quantify things; horsepower, golf scores, hot peppers eaten in one sitting, so don't tell him his new cashmere is made from the soft underbellies of pampered Inner Mongolian goats.Tell him it's four goat cashmere; it takes the fleece of four goats to make just one sweater.

It's not just soft underbellies from inner mongolian goats babes it FOUR GOAT CASHMERE..... Absurdity Jam: Check it out. Wombat in charge of a group of miscreants, myself included. ahhh EMAIL BAG: Haven't done this in awhile.

Have you ever been in love and are you are Virgin? Can't figure it out from you posts.

Are people supposed to be able to figure that out from my blog ? Without question that question won't get answered here, that is not what this blog is for. ( SHE SAYS INDIGNANTLY)

Love is a burning thing and it makes a fiery ring bound by wild desire I fell in to a ring of fire... I fell in to a burning ring of fire I went down,down,down and the flames went higher. And it burns,burns,burns the ring of fire the ring of fire. The taste of love is sweet when hearts like our's meet I fell for you like a child oh, but the fire went wild.. I fell in to a burning ring of fire.....

ah seventeen ........to be young again. Given up on skinny geeks in pink and heading toward the Man in Black......