If nothing else, you all should be dumbfounded by my utter devotion to you. Right now, I am sitting in Kinko's (which I keep referring to erroneously as Kinki's) PAYING (Did you hear me? I said paying money, y'all!) just so this spoiled little princess can type. Vanity has a price, right? So here I sit, typing furiously, because I don't want this entry to cost me 20 dollars. My credit card might melt. But let me leave you with this thought. Well, two, actually. Please take me out and shoot me if I turn into one of those over tanned leather ladies by the poolside with nothing better to talk about than Dave Narvarra (sic) and Bud Light. She was actually singing "Jane Says!" and because she didn't know that lyrics that well, just kept repeating (and quite loudly, I might add, to be heard over the reggae music) "Jane Says...Jane Says...Jane Says...dunh dunh dunh dunh dunh!" After which she would nudge her equally leathery friend (they looked like beef jerky, they did, they did! If I were a cannibal, I'd be licking my chops right about now) and asking her if she recognized it yet. Amazing. Just stick the cigarette in my mouth and blow me up, okay? And two: IT is fucking beautiful down here.