Holly Came From Miami F.L.A.

So I get into F.L.A. and decide to reenact the pantysue experience (billy ponders a potential new band name ...) and study various women, chicks, whatever out in full plumage for spring break. Nada. I'm oddly unmoved by these giggling, long legged, MTV reality show wanna bees. Go figure. Am I suddenly gay? Don't think so ...

Because something is happening here,
but you don't know what it is,
do you Mr. Jones?

I seem to be undergoing all sorts of weird psychological or psychotic changes (checks for blood on hands, nope guess it's psychological). So I'm surrounded by all this nubile flesh and one girl in the pool caught my eye for a bit. Quite lovely, I circle like a great white shark all fat, bald and bulbous. Closer, closer. Loving it when she raises her arms over her head. Sheesh I seem to have developed a shaved under arm fetish now, no French chicks for billy. I despise the French anyway but I'm waist fucking deep in fetishes already and I really don't think I need another one. Sigh, what is it with me and all things female? What is this fascination?

Closer. Some tattooed nimrod splashes by spewing f-words and vying for her giggles. She's cursed with a pack a day cig and whiskey voice, I dive lower to affirm her true sex. Well short of committing a felony I'm reasonably certain she's a she. So very delicate.

You hand in your ticket
And you go watch the geek
Who immediately walks up to you
When he hears you speak
And says, "How does it feel
To be such a freak?"

I sit at the edge of the pool and people watch. I'm not sure how it feels to be a freak. At times I seem to enjoy it, at others I question myself and consider spending a fortune in psychotherapy getting "better." She's a beautiful girl, maybe I'll beat off to her later. I'm certain she would appreciate it. Such lovely thoughts fill my baking head in the Florida sunshine. Truly I'm a great man. I mentally shrug and turn my attentions elsewhere.

Having ignored all reasonable warnings I awake with a serious fucking sunburn that would rival my shaved, MsTara spanked ass. This development does not heighten my mood but I muddle on trying to keep peace among the warring factions in my group of folk. I generally lay low, although I'm footing the bill for this shindig I've decided that it's best if I have no say on "what to do next." However I do get somewhat slightly irritated when I drive halfway across Florida and then while standing at the damned gate it's decided it's too expensive and boring. So what if it's the one and only thing I personally wanted to do on this trip, no matter, never mind.

I fall deeply and seriously in love with the goth waitress at a diner.

"So you want to hike clear back across this theme park through that veritable sea of humanity so that you can do something you've already done and stand in line for another two hours?"

YAAAYYYY OH! YAY!

Off we proudly march to do it again! There are things one simply must do in life.

Because something is happening here,
but you don't know what it is,
do you Mr. Jones?

Speaking for Mr. Jones, I don't have a clue :-) Does that matter? nope, but it wont stop me from trying to figure it out.

I pop back into LDW space and scope things out a bit. Looks like ace is going active. The chatroom seems to have become some sort of game show. I popped into there yesterday and there was some strokathon going on with a free ten minute call with MsTia and MsAmber. Contests, contests. I hate them because I suck at them. I get into a bizarre conversation later in the day with someone on a quest for a "real" Mistress. Good luck with that buddy. Stove was there but operating under a different moniker. Princess seems quite busy. Life marches on.

I watch the snow fall outside. I could use a little sunshine, Princess are we on for this Friday? Hope so.