What it is ho.
I'm thinking about my livejournal undergoing a massive makeover. I`ve had this layout for a few months and I`ve definetely changed since then. What to do, what to do.
Anyways, this past weekend, I went to Myrtle Beach with Laura, Kaleigh, Elizabeth, my mom, and her friend Beth. We had a great time even though we didn`t get to go in the water due to it being too cold. We did spend a lot of our time on Ocean Boulevard though.
The ride down to the beach house was long and entertaining. All five of us piled into my mom's Altima for a four hour roadtrip. We sang tons of songs, gave the bird to these annoying little bitches in a church van beside of us, serenaded some old Colombian men and Mexican men with our lovely singing to "Build Me Up Buttercup", and about ruined the bottom of our car. Kaleigh was pulling out of one of the gas stations we`d stopped at and didn`t seem to notice a huge ditch to the right of the road. All of a sudden, we felt the whole right side of the car dip down and heard a loud grinding noise that didn`t sound too good. It was hilarious, but my mom was so pissed. Needless to say, my mom drove the rest of the way down to the beach. When we got there [which took a while since we couldn't find the road our house was on], Laura and I made sure to get the best room, which we did. All the four girls decided to go on a late night walk down to the beach. The beach was deserted when we were down there [midnight-ish] so we wandered down the other part of Ocean Boulevard. We were attacked with drunken comments from fat guys on balconies, and asked to come to a room in one hotel by a few kids around 10 years old. For the hell of it, we all ran to the hotel and went to the room number they gave us, which was NOT their room. So we all piled back into the elevator to see the boys running out saying, "Sorry! It was his idea, it was just a joke." It was hysterical. On our way back, there were two old men that had just gotten home and the car door had just slammed shut. We were a little paranoid so we just walked faster. Then he actually yelled, "What do you little ladies think you`re doing? Where do you think you`re going? Get back here." Holy shit did we ever run. Damn hicks.
Second day I think we went down to the strip and hung out there. We bought some tongue rings and a few belly button rings. We also about got this jackass dude fired, but we won`t go there. No hotties. That night, we went out to Dick`s for dinner. It was really fun, our waiter was hilarious and we were sitting next to a few hot guys. My condom hat said "FUTURE STRIPPER" on it, Laura`s said "SMUGGLING RAISINS", Kaleigh's read, "I HAVE FART STAINS ON MY UNDERWEAR" and Elizabeth's said, "MY HAIR DRESSER IS ON CRACK". Woo-wee that was funny. I rape sheep... baa baa. Haha, that was great. Then we messed around Barefoot Landing for a bit.
The next day, I won at miniature golf at Mt. Atlanticus and we stayed on Ocean Boulevard till midnight. We got a few hot guys, but didn`t hook up or anything. Oh yes! There was this one man... late twenties maybe... that decided to try to get us to do shit with him. So as me and Laura waited for the walking light thing to turn to that little guy, the man walked up behind us, his hand |this close| to our asses and said, "How old are you ladies?" I told him we weren`t anywhere near his age and we walked off. Sick fuck. So we walked down the boulevard quite a way until we found out we were being recorded by these drunk college guys on one of the cheap-ass motel`s balconies. I gave him the finger and we decided to walk to beach back to where we were.
So & so, yadda yadda...
I'll write later,
Marlee darling ♥