Rave On!
So, four things:
1) If you ever want to see girls (lots of girls) walk around in nothing but under where, go to a rave. There are very skany girls at raves. You would be surprised.
2) Crazy people should be shot and killed so they can’t breed anymore crazy people.
3) The drive to somewhere is usually always better than the drive back.
4) Never start a relationship with someone that you do drugs with unless you know them very very well before you do drugs with them.
I’ll elaborate on the four things.
1) I went to a rave in Salt Lake City, It was a Mardi Gras Rave and it was fantastic to say the least. I love Salt Lake and the things that are available to do there. Fun fun stuff. The drive was alright, we thought it would be a great idea to leave at 9 p.m. and drive eight hours. We weren’t wrong. The roads were clear of ice and cars and we didn’t have too much traffic to worry about and it was nice and dark with no sun in the eyes to worry about. We got to our motel at around 3 a.m. and we checked in and went right to bed and that was also fantastic. We got to use the motel for sleep twice that day. We got a good deal. The motel was pretty nice, and that night we smooshed three people onto the one bed. Pretty amazing I thought. Funny shit. I would have loved to see someones expression if they had walked in and seen that. =P Oh jeebsus. Anyways, back to the point, >.<; when we finally made it to the rave a few days after smooshing three people onto a bed, we got all dressed up and walked six fucking blocks to the rave since no one would aknowledge that girls are always right no matter what and thought that we would be fine walking six blocks, dancing around, and then walking back after we were all tired and coming down, when we finally did make it to the rave we got so fucking lost in the maze of hallways. I don’t even know what that building is other than confusing as fuck. There were a fuck ton of people following us and everyone was asking each other where the rave was and which direction we were supposed to go. When we finally found it was a glorious moment, until I saw all of the girls wearing bathing suites, or underwhere, or less than underwhere…. I wish I could explain how not much these girls were wearing. To better get an idea, go to a lingerie website or store, find the skanyest or for those that are into the whole showing vagina and nipples in public thing, find the “sexyest” thing in the inventory, and that was what half of the girls where wearing. Good image? Now let me ruin it, not only were the pretty, thin, modelesk, women wearing it, the tubby girls with tummies and big thighs and asses were in them too. Back to a good image, I saw one latina skank who was wearing a see through white braw, a glove, and a see through fish net skirt, and candy bracelets, and the Mardi Gras beaded neckleces. That’s it. No joke. There were some women, such as myself, that knows that showing every private part of your body should be saved for the bedroom, were actually wearing cloths, skany for us cloths, which was tiney shirts, tights, and a tutu, but we covered the shit that needed to be covered. Show some respect! But I guess when you are wearing cloths that cant cover a nipple, where would you put your self respect? I don’t know where they could sew pockets on a g-string.
2) My friend Maxx freaked out again…. For what? Idk. I’ll post the convo later.
3) Self explanatory.
4) I really like this guy but I officially decided this when we were on drugs together and I don’t know if I just like him for the drugs or not. A past boyfriend and I had a relationship that was held together by pot back in the day. I would care to avoid that again.
-Done for now. Bad mood. Lost my inspiration.
1) If you ever want to see girls (lots of girls) walk around in nothing but under where, go to a rave. There are very skany girls at raves. You would be surprised.
2) Crazy people should be shot and killed so they can’t breed anymore crazy people.
3) The drive to somewhere is usually always better than the drive back.
4) Never start a relationship with someone that you do drugs with unless you know them very very well before you do drugs with them.
I’ll elaborate on the four things.
1) I went to a rave in Salt Lake City, It was a Mardi Gras Rave and it was fantastic to say the least. I love Salt Lake and the things that are available to do there. Fun fun stuff. The drive was alright, we thought it would be a great idea to leave at 9 p.m. and drive eight hours. We weren’t wrong. The roads were clear of ice and cars and we didn’t have too much traffic to worry about and it was nice and dark with no sun in the eyes to worry about. We got to our motel at around 3 a.m. and we checked in and went right to bed and that was also fantastic. We got to use the motel for sleep twice that day. We got a good deal. The motel was pretty nice, and that night we smooshed three people onto the one bed. Pretty amazing I thought. Funny shit. I would have loved to see someones expression if they had walked in and seen that. =P Oh jeebsus. Anyways, back to the point, >.<; when we finally made it to the rave a few days after smooshing three people onto a bed, we got all dressed up and walked six fucking blocks to the rave since no one would aknowledge that girls are always right no matter what and thought that we would be fine walking six blocks, dancing around, and then walking back after we were all tired and coming down, when we finally did make it to the rave we got so fucking lost in the maze of hallways. I don’t even know what that building is other than confusing as fuck. There were a fuck ton of people following us and everyone was asking each other where the rave was and which direction we were supposed to go. When we finally found it was a glorious moment, until I saw all of the girls wearing bathing suites, or underwhere, or less than underwhere…. I wish I could explain how not much these girls were wearing. To better get an idea, go to a lingerie website or store, find the skanyest or for those that are into the whole showing vagina and nipples in public thing, find the “sexyest” thing in the inventory, and that was what half of the girls where wearing. Good image? Now let me ruin it, not only were the pretty, thin, modelesk, women wearing it, the tubby girls with tummies and big thighs and asses were in them too. Back to a good image, I saw one latina skank who was wearing a see through white braw, a glove, and a see through fish net skirt, and candy bracelets, and the Mardi Gras beaded neckleces. That’s it. No joke. There were some women, such as myself, that knows that showing every private part of your body should be saved for the bedroom, were actually wearing cloths, skany for us cloths, which was tiney shirts, tights, and a tutu, but we covered the shit that needed to be covered. Show some respect! But I guess when you are wearing cloths that cant cover a nipple, where would you put your self respect? I don’t know where they could sew pockets on a g-string.
2) My friend Maxx freaked out again…. For what? Idk. I’ll post the convo later.
3) Self explanatory.
4) I really like this guy but I officially decided this when we were on drugs together and I don’t know if I just like him for the drugs or not. A past boyfriend and I had a relationship that was held together by pot back in the day. I would care to avoid that again.
-Done for now. Bad mood. Lost my inspiration.