Impulsive Travelling

Well. What can I say, I'm a sucker for love stories and I'd rather live an interesting life over a safe one any day of the week. Such is my life. She's toyed with my mind, heart, body and soul and I can't resist her charms any longer, especially not after last night. If the woman wants me to go to California, I'll be sunning on the beach within two days. Hopefully I'm not rushing headlong into the waiting arms of cannibals, but what can be done? If I'm to perish on the dinner table at least I didn't go out through the slow grind of boring ages.