Going green is the new tiny dog. I'm more or less over it.

I decided I like planning trips, but I don't like the financial burden involved with going on them. Yesterday, for shiggles, I planned a trip to Vegas. We stayed at the Flamingo. I looked into The Palms, but could only afford a night or two. I need to be rich. Taking, the train, I went overboard in planning a weekend in lovely Alton, IL.

You can rent a fucking scooter.

There's a charming little b and b, and I'm pretty sure I would not mind making this a reality.

I also looked into going to Yuma, AZ. But there were no 3:10 trains or planes. That is pretty much the only way I'd go. Maybe there's a midnight train to Georgia, but I haven't looked yet.

Today, I've looked into Berlin, CT. There was nothing for me. Ditto with Bryan, OH. I'm looking into Barstow, CA. Don't ask me what's there.

My vagina roars as I listen to my coffeehouse lesbian jams. I will always love Tracy Chapman and Ani DiFranco.

Sirens scream, and I have poems to post.

xoxo
>K<