I promised myself that I would get away from this place. Travel the world with my sinister sisters. That would be such a win. We’ll go everywhere and nowhere. The first on my list would be Ireland, of course. Even though I’ve never been there, I do believe there’s no place as magical as Ireland. Just by reading about that place, seeing its magnificent scenery, grasping sea cliffs, and green landscapes, it stole my heart. I bet I’ll marry an Irishman who just so happens to be a cop. I really like cops too. There’s just something sexy about a man in uniform. Anyway, once we get there, we’ll hit the pubs and do some bad karaoke. Have you seen the eyes of the Black Irish? It’s so captivating. I once had a dream that involved this guy whose face I cannot see very well. All I know is that I trusted him (surprised I actually learned to trust a guy!) And somehow, I loved him too. If only that dream would come true. Gosh, I’m such a hopeless romantic. Back to the point, Carole. Ha. This always happens. It takes a really long time for me to stick to one point because I just have so many thought jumbled together. It’s a wonder how I can write stories with such troubled mind and restless heart. Or is it restless mind and troubles heart? Maybe both. Okay, where was I? Oh, yes, Ireland. Frances, Kriselle, Miranda, and I will go fishing. Seems fun, right? Right? Whatever. Where’s your sense of humor? I want to go to that national park visits and met Gerry for the second time in ‘P.S. I Love You’. Wouldn’t it be totally awesome if I fell in love with this Irish rogue, share breath stealing kisses in secret, meet up in one of his country’s high cliffs? I wouldn’t want to leave once I take a whiff of that Irish air. It would totally be the pitts of I have to leave the man I fell in love with. HEY! Maybe he’ll join me! Awe to the some! I sure do hope Ireland has olive groves because I totally love them. HA BLOODY HA! Sorry, I’m a little high from these pain medication. It’s either I get really high or really drowsy. It’s bad either way. Okay, I was saying something about olive groves. If Ireland doesn’t have any, we’ll go to Corfu for them. Such a beauty that place is too. We’ll probably get hella tipsy and I of course the responsible one (at mpost times) will be the designated drunk driver. I’m kidding. I would never do that. I’ll just call a cab or walk back to the place we’re staying in. That would be an interesting sight to see. Then off we go to Australia to chack us out some hot Aussies. This would be Kriselle’s place. She just loves them. And I am her Australian hottie supplier. Seriously. We’ll got to Paris next. Miranda loves Paris. See the Eiffle Tower, eat some croissants, and drink Sherry (the French stuff). She’ll probs fall in love with a French dude named Jacques who’s a big rockstar or something. I don’t quite know where Frances wants to go besides Ireland. She’s my Irish lad loing buddy/partner. But no matter where we go, those places better brace themselves for us because we’re taking them by storm and just live. Oh, such big dreams. I’ll make them true. You can count on that. I will sure make them come true.
