When a door closes, make sure it doesn't lock

I have heard the "when a door closes..." thing and its many variations.  

That's it.  If you thought that was going somewhere, well, it's not.  I just wanted to get that out of the way.

It's a beautiful Saturday, Father Sun is kissing my skin madly and making me hipper, happy and damn brown people, which is a good thing.  I don't know what people think when they say that the pale, translucent look is good.  Good for who? I understand if you are terminally ill or a vampire, by all means, go ahead.  Other than that, get some colour on you, be healthy, look healthy and get out and see the damn sun, or move to the Arctic pole.

Now, there's a place to live, the Arctic pole, can you picture that? I can and gives me the giggles.  I am sure my liver would file for emancipation because you better believe it that I would hire someone to build me an igloo and stock the fridge (get it?) with Grey Goose and leave me alone.

However I am in sunny South America, even though this is not Philadelphia (seems like its always sunny there. get it? part 2) it's sunny most of the times.  I am enjoying it all.  The people, the views, the food, the art, the sun, everything.

Sometimes it makes me sad for people that have let things own then, have put their dreams on hold and work a job they hate and lead a life that is just a sketch of the life they want to have.

LIVE, LOVE and have no regrets.  

And for God's sake, get some sun.