and you thought tuesday nights were boring:
tonight:
went to dennys with beth, dave and mario. watched mario stuff weed into his cigarette then putting hte left overs in his coffee.
down to the beach beth and i go... we go down to beachplace and some strange, tall BALD guy starts macking it. he says "your beautiful" i said, " your bald." i gave him a fake number and got a kiss on the hand. blad guys thirty year old buddy gives beth a kiss on hte hand and me too.
got called twelve by some ghetto children. ten minutes later the ghetto is stalking us
crossing street... black guy, no teeth but had gold ones almost runs over us. theres about 7 people in the car. the toothless woman next to the window calls me and beth ugly bitches.
we cross the street and walked on the ocean. its beautiful.
go back to the main street, when were approached by the drunken flower maker. he sings us, makes us flowers. had the hugest space issue and reaked of alcohol. sung us songs he made up in jail (open container, not murda) one about trailer trash one about the fine line. gives us kisses on the hand. my hand is popular tongiht.
twenty four hour pizza. run into some people... shane, kera and the blonde girl whom i cant remember he name. got gothic teen nite flyers. ill mark it on my calander
driving home, speed racer jetta trys to show off. gets pulled over. we laugh.
driving home, going 40. we get pulled over. no ticket, we laugh.
class tomorrow at 11. nite nite
p.s. flipe is coming down from orlando tomorrow! he wants to hang out with da crew
went to dennys with beth, dave and mario. watched mario stuff weed into his cigarette then putting hte left overs in his coffee.
down to the beach beth and i go... we go down to beachplace and some strange, tall BALD guy starts macking it. he says "your beautiful" i said, " your bald." i gave him a fake number and got a kiss on the hand. blad guys thirty year old buddy gives beth a kiss on hte hand and me too.
got called twelve by some ghetto children. ten minutes later the ghetto is stalking us
crossing street... black guy, no teeth but had gold ones almost runs over us. theres about 7 people in the car. the toothless woman next to the window calls me and beth ugly bitches.
we cross the street and walked on the ocean. its beautiful.
go back to the main street, when were approached by the drunken flower maker. he sings us, makes us flowers. had the hugest space issue and reaked of alcohol. sung us songs he made up in jail (open container, not murda) one about trailer trash one about the fine line. gives us kisses on the hand. my hand is popular tongiht.
twenty four hour pizza. run into some people... shane, kera and the blonde girl whom i cant remember he name. got gothic teen nite flyers. ill mark it on my calander
driving home, speed racer jetta trys to show off. gets pulled over. we laugh.
driving home, going 40. we get pulled over. no ticket, we laugh.
class tomorrow at 11. nite nite
p.s. flipe is coming down from orlando tomorrow! he wants to hang out with da crew