rub-a-dub-dub three men in a tub

got meself my travel books for amsterdam and paris. i love em eyewitness travel books. i'm gonna collect them all. right now i have venice, rome and florence collecting dust on my bookshelf.

what better way to spend a rainy thunder-y day than to curl up in bed watching everybody loves raymond and thinking of chocolate cake? or browsing blogs and thinking of chocolate cake? or incorporating the words chocolate cake in every conversation i have? i have never craved chocolate cake this badly.

i've been thinking of possible ways i can flee the country before the 30th of november when my results come out. right now, no exit strategies.

i've been nursing an aching desire to visit any island for the past 3 years now. although my bikini body hasn't been ready in that time. and i'm yearning to shop in bangkok. walk those pedestrian flyovers. listen to the lady on the loudspeakers onboard the train. to divide the price of everything by 10. *sigh*

big momma's been rubbing it in my face that my baby daughter no longer wants to cuddle up to me anymore. really, big momma, that's no way to raise your own daughter. my heart aches for you, jellybean.