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I came home from vermont today. It was a pretty good weekend. I am more of a hick now then i was when i left. Took maxwell swimming in a swimming hole that was gorgeous, and had a real waterfall that you can stand under. what an exhilerating experience. So i say, huge trip up to vermont after i come home from Ireland. its a bitch of a ride, but we could take shifts. So when i was swimming with my dog, i got hit on by a hick.
hick: "sure is a nice dog you got."
LK: "um thanks."
hick: "that a..." sips beer (obviosuly to young to be drinking.) "...pure bred?"
LK: "yeah hundred percent Golden Retriver."
hick: "Sure loves to swim and chase that ball, i see. Been watching you two since i got here."
LK:"Max loves to swim." Then i take off across the swimming hole.
great. haha. then on the fourth of july, while everyone is suppose to be off setting fire to things, because we're americans, and thats how we celebrate. I stayed on the couch and watched the history channel. Go ahead ask me anything about Pearl Harbor. I have a crush on a boy, well not really a crush. hes not all that attractive, or anything, and i dont know much about him. But i like him cause he talks to me, occasionaly. I take what i can get.
So this weekend, mass bonfire in my backyard before i embark to the emerald Isle?