reentry definitely sucks

someone tell me I am having a bad dream and really I am still on the beach with my red bull and vodka talking with that fine fine tan man with blond hair and ice-blue eyes...

someone tell me that I didn't just fall in complete lust with my scuba instuctor as he gently touched my lips with his fingertips under the open water to teach me how to exhale with out my regulator....

someone tell me that this guy who is dancing with me must be a robot, clearly I have never met a man who can dance the samba and the friggin meringue from NJ...

someone tell me that my boss missed her farm of pigs and packed her shit and moved back to blue mountains......