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Mar 12, 2003 00:35

I'm in Florida with Elisha and Mandy, I am going to get such a great tan. That's a lie though I'll probably burn like a baked chicken. Kind of like how Christina Aguilera looks every time she uses self tanner you know. There was a threesome on the plane, I'd provide details but I don't think any of you could handle something that hot. I'll tell you though it really isn't easy spreading your legs in the bathroom on the plane considering how small it is. This little girl a few aisles up kept staring at me for most of the flight, I guess maybe she watches Gilmore Girls either that or I had something on my face and Mandy and Elisha lied when I asked. I wouldn't put it past those haters. People kept asking Mandy for her autograph and guys kept staring at Elisha, it isn't easy going out in public with two girls way hotter than you are. Hello, I need attention too. Just kidding attention actually makes me kind of nervous.

Florida is too hot for my taste and my hair looks horrible in this humidity. I took a long walk earlier because there's nothing better than walking in sweltering heat. That was sarcasm, I'm actually just an idiot. But I don't get to come to Miami often and you know there's a lot of hot Spanish boys just waiting for me to hit on them. That was also a joke, I am bad at hitting on guys. I always go about it the wrong way because I'm not really sure what to say or do. And I am not exactly some hot piece of ass that doesn't have to try to get guys to want her. I'm more like the girl next door that's more likely to be your best friend than a romantic interest. You know, the one that's there to listen to you talk about your problems with another girl and offer advice all the while trying to hide the fact that she wants to be that girl, but never will be because she's better at joking than flirting. That's always been me and I play the role well. Shit I just got really off topic. Back to Florida now. There's a lot of porn shops around here, you know I'm in heaven. I was considering buying Mandy a leash so she could put it on Elisha since you know, she owns her.

I don't know why I'm updating. Tyson won't let me get into his girlfriends pants, too bad I already did. On a completely unrelated note, it is all about Kimberly Caldwell.
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