suck it
I know, I know;
I said I wouldn't update, but whatever. It's beyond beautiful here. I walked daawgs with my brother's girlfriend today, and we drove in the hills. I saw Paris Hilton's house, Jack Nicholson's house, Diane Keaton's house, Slyvester Stalone's house, and the mo'fuggin PlayBoy mansion. That shit is huge as hell. Honestly it's like two blocks long.
Insane, everything out here is huge.
The billboards are on the sides of skyscrapers.
It's basically the same as last time, but still I'm completly amazed by it.
I get completly breathless when you're up in the hills and you look down, and it looks like it's a million miles to the bottom. And it's all perfectly green, and the houses are beautiful.
I could stay here forever.
Normally when I'm away from home, I get homesick, like whoaaa. But my brother r00lzzzzz, and shit. He's changed a bit. He has a fauxhawk, and wears track-jackets all the time. And has The Shins and Postal Service C.D's. He's the coolest brother. Way cooler than yours ferrsure.
I'm going to be so sad to leave.
I swear I'll bawl my eyes out on the plane.
Buuuuut; when I get back it's totally going to be my birthday. Which means my luau birthday party, which is going to be s11q as shit by the way. I'm getting the new IPOD Photo. 7500 baby! And a new camera. And a new phone, since mine was shit.
I don't care what I get actually.
Just as long as everyone I invited comes to spend my birfday with me. Hottubin' it up. Holla back bitch.
♥
I'm going to add more to this when I get back from the grocery store, and Lindsay and I finish cooking.
Damnit.
There's so damn much to say;
Ok, this is what I'm adding,,,
I have no patience with Los Angeles/Century City driving and drivers. They are all terrible drivers, and the fact that they are all on their cell phone doesn't hell.
WTF@ the smog being so terrible today.
You can't see shit.
And I r00l because I got like 25 shirts from Lindsay. Super cute BCBGMaxaria shirt, and some suite Abercrombie jackets. I haven't even gone shopping and I'm a total balla.
My brother's girlfriend's teacup yorkie is sitting on my arm as I'm typing. AWW&#^!$#!%!!
The only thing that's kinda bad is they don't have air conditioning, well not central. There's a unit in the living room, but none in mine. When the breeze is coming through it's really nice, though.
The weather here aint got shit on Florida.
The scenery here aint got shit on Florida.
The people here aint got shit on Florida.
Basically this plan is 9839643xbillion times better than Florida.
♥
Yeah, I've killed a bitch for less.
I love my brother's girlfriend♥♥
I said I wouldn't update, but whatever. It's beyond beautiful here. I walked daawgs with my brother's girlfriend today, and we drove in the hills. I saw Paris Hilton's house, Jack Nicholson's house, Diane Keaton's house, Slyvester Stalone's house, and the mo'fuggin PlayBoy mansion. That shit is huge as hell. Honestly it's like two blocks long.
Insane, everything out here is huge.
The billboards are on the sides of skyscrapers.
It's basically the same as last time, but still I'm completly amazed by it.
I get completly breathless when you're up in the hills and you look down, and it looks like it's a million miles to the bottom. And it's all perfectly green, and the houses are beautiful.
I could stay here forever.
Normally when I'm away from home, I get homesick, like whoaaa. But my brother r00lzzzzz, and shit. He's changed a bit. He has a fauxhawk, and wears track-jackets all the time. And has The Shins and Postal Service C.D's. He's the coolest brother. Way cooler than yours ferrsure.
I'm going to be so sad to leave.
I swear I'll bawl my eyes out on the plane.
Buuuuut; when I get back it's totally going to be my birthday. Which means my luau birthday party, which is going to be s11q as shit by the way. I'm getting the new IPOD Photo. 7500 baby! And a new camera. And a new phone, since mine was shit.
I don't care what I get actually.
Just as long as everyone I invited comes to spend my birfday with me. Hottubin' it up. Holla back bitch.
♥
I'm going to add more to this when I get back from the grocery store, and Lindsay and I finish cooking.
Damnit.
There's so damn much to say;
Ok, this is what I'm adding,,,
I have no patience with Los Angeles/Century City driving and drivers. They are all terrible drivers, and the fact that they are all on their cell phone doesn't hell.
WTF@ the smog being so terrible today.
You can't see shit.
And I r00l because I got like 25 shirts from Lindsay. Super cute BCBGMaxaria shirt, and some suite Abercrombie jackets. I haven't even gone shopping and I'm a total balla.
My brother's girlfriend's teacup yorkie is sitting on my arm as I'm typing. AWW&#^!$#!%!!
The only thing that's kinda bad is they don't have air conditioning, well not central. There's a unit in the living room, but none in mine. When the breeze is coming through it's really nice, though.
The weather here aint got shit on Florida.
The scenery here aint got shit on Florida.
The people here aint got shit on Florida.
Basically this plan is 9839643xbillion times better than Florida.
♥
Yeah, I've killed a bitch for less.
I love my brother's girlfriend♥♥