I have been thinking about Thailand a lot recently. I am gagging to go back to my country and spend a lovely holiday there. As you might have guessed, it is bleeding cold in this part of the world at the moment. The scenery is picturesque but the temperature is dismal. In contrast, if I was in Thailand, I would have to complain about the warm weather. Life is such a bitch, isn’t it?
I am beginning to think ahead about what I want to do and prepare for a holiday. I am thinking of buying clothes that I want to take with me to Thailand. Some t-shirts are needed. I will also buy some swimwear; maybe a thong might be a good alternative option, as well as translucent sheer bikinis for men. I must have some of those. Last year, despite having taken such dinky garments, I did not have the opportunity to wear them. I spent the days walking around naked in the villa, exhibiting my shameless and bare body to the world to see. Thank God there were not many people as spectators, just creatures such as birds, bees and other insects; otherwise I might have been frowned upon as nudity is not allowed in Thailand. But as an existential being, I simply don’t care.