Peanut Butter and JEALOUS

A little known fact about me is that I am an extremely jealous person (I think the only person who knows that is my 5th grade boyfriend, prick) especially when it comes to travel. I can handle someone being better looking than me, smarter than me, better read then me, but if you are cooler than me or better traveled than me I get really pissy about it and throw a mental tantrum. Luckily, I have been able to control this issue and just do/say mean things in my head instead of at my target of jealousy.

That being said, I just spent 3 hours (THATS A REALLY LONG TIME TO BE WITH YOUR LANDLORD) looking at pictures from my landlady's trip throughout the middle east.

They were fucking amazing, and now I am super jealous. I really need to get my ass into gear and visit some more outrages places outside of my comfort zone.

I mean I'm not talking Afghanistan here, but I would like to pop into Asia in the very near future. I've always wanted to taste dog.

In conclusion: All I want for Christmas is a backpacking trip through Asia, and a Red Ryder BB gun, and Hugh Grant's phone number.