Here I am. Bibleville USA.
Well, here I am in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. It's totally bible land over here. I have a bag of seashells, some fliers for tourist attractions, and two pack Blenheims ginger ale. Damn, oh ya, and myself too. So sad. I miss kittes... lots and lots. Havent seen them in nearly two weeks. Miss girls a lot too. Bunches... so socially deprived. Wish I could smok-a-bowl right now. Damn. Had a headache for about 4 days now, somebody's peeling off my scalp and stabbing me in the eyes. I Miss-oula a lot but the East Coast is nice. Tomorrow maybe I'll go pluck some more seashells from that thar beach... such pretty sunsets. Wish I had someone to talk to. People here arent very friendly and they have funny accents. But the Krispy Kremes are fucking excellent. Online chat just doesnt suffice for company. Maybe its silly to complain but not to have social contact (exept for parents... blah) for 2 weeks is quite lonely, and I really miss kitties. This state has some dumbass laws. Get this shit... State Speed Limit: 55 MPH... No thong bathing suits allowed on the beach... how the fuck do I get off on that... And get this; State law prohibits sales of alchoholic beverages between midnight saturday and midnight sunday. WtF. But wait, if this is bibleville then why are slot machines legal; and, you can buy fireworks all year round. Christians must like gambling and explosives... enough of that B.S. Wish I had someone to cuddle with. Preferrably female... maybe another day. Its really cold down here too. Actually its been warmer in missoula. WtF. Its further south here but a cold front invaded just for me. Oh boy. ooh. I think they're about to kick me out of here. Im at a resort using one of their ports, but its time for night shift. The security guard is pretty nice but I dont think im supposed to stay past ten. Guess I get to sleep. Until next time, Gotta Go. Peace Out from Bibleville.