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I know no one reads this, but it's ok because I like to write about my life sometimes. Yesterday, Sarah and I drove out to the Island and sunned on the beach. I stepped on a sea urchin, and was calling everyone on my phone to ask if I would die or not. Apparently I won't, because I'm still here. We walked aimlessly down the golf-cart sidewalk-thing, and got beeped at by Mexicans WTF. Two cute guys driving by on a golf cart stopped to talk to us. So anyways, we were walking to get to the icecream shop, and the two guys told us we were walking the wrong way - OOPS. I knew that -- really.
Anyways, tomorrow we are driving to Tampa to shop. YAY SHOPPING. Oh, the temptation to buy a new purse is so high. But I will resist because I need more useful things. The only bad thing, is that I have to drive over this bridge. The Sunshine Skyway. I hate bridges. I almost cry every time I go over one. It might look pretty - but it's not. Looks deceive. It's high, it shakes, and it will fall. Well, probably not. But I think so.
