2001-07-27 - 10:19 p.m.

siagon saigon, i can't spell 10pm

there is soo much to be said. and i'm too tired and feeling too rushed to do it.

i went to the mekong delta today. i took a nap in a hammock, flirted with monkey's with pealing fur, who were trapped behind bars and then we got in a minor bus accident.

the peruvian really pissed me off tonight and we got in an arguement. he got all latin on me and controlling about fixing my mess before we left and i wanted to get to the russian market b4 it closed. i got there just as it closed and missed returning some bunk merchandise. so i was frustrated cuz he acted like he wasn't in the wrong at all, after he was demanding how i should clean up first and demanding how i should ask him to help me with the returned merchandise. tonight is our last night together and its ending just splendid. traveling with someone is very difficult. i won't do it again. only short stints. we've traveled all of vietnam together. i feel like i'm missing out on meeting other tasty morsels. om my gosh,,,,plus the poor sap is well a sap in bed. my goodness, he came after ONE entry. came all the way up to my ear. now darlings, i know i'm hot and can cause a rucus, but cum on!

but i'm feeling free tonight, cuz i'm taking myself clubbing in this vibrant city. i hope to shake it around a bit and get it all out.

i left that last amazing town high on cloth. yes cloth. i made so much clothes, tailored exactly to my tastes and curves for almost NOTHING. even suade boots. off the fucking hook. i was in paradise. so much so that i have to buy an extra bag to carry it all in. ouch.

i'm so happy i haven't drank. it really is just today. i think i would be free falling right now if i did drink. i don't think i can drink guilt free any longer. some where inside i would be thinking that i'm killing myself off and that can't feel nice.

this city has the most beautiful asian women in it. all racing by with styles flapping in the wind that they create speeding past on their motorcycles. crossing a street here is like a suicide mission. you just walk in the middle of the traffic and inch past nutty motorbikes. the streets smell of piss, the faces don smiles, i constantly hear, heyllo madamme heyllo, where you going madame.....

love you, l