bloody mary morning

first time since may that i can write the word bloody and know that it's entirely possible that i'll never see the bloodied body of a murder victim ever again.

it's 650am in LA and my man marlon in costa rica has been surfing for three hours already. i'm sitting in the airport. but tomorrow, costa rica.

last night i went out for a few drinks and had to hold myself back from offering up my bastardized version of spanish to any brown-looking person i came across. i'm so fucking ready for this.

my bloody mary is delicious.

my psychological make-up is pretty tasty too, this morning. i mean, honestly, why not? seven weeks in the tropical heavens are banging down my door - and not like a home-invasion that ends in a shooting either.

and so there's big snow in colorado today, my love is in virginia, and i am at LAX, headed to costa rica until 2007. mixed bag, i guess. but i do have shred passes bought and paid for (do people really say that) and waiting to be utilized. and i have a love. not bad for an unreasonably lazy douchebag like myself.

and now, the to-do list:

learn the surfing
learn the spanish
write the writings
stop the smoking

that just about does it, and if i do, then so do i.