I don't want somebody to love me, just give me sex whenever I want it..
All I ask for is instant pleasure, instant pleasure, instant pleasure.
Canoe Trippin' 06 was a comPLETE success. After the SL McD's gave me a muffin with cheese on it, we were off to a rough start, but we arrived at the campsite on time, set up camp like champions, and headed off to Riverside.
Where Melissa bought me a wood duck lighter. And we cracked the first beers.
1/3 of the river later we stopped at a lake and splished around for a while and went swimming. I was saucy. This is also the last conscious memory I have until awaking in my tent at 2:30 in the morning, wet, cold, pants-less, still wearing my stunner shades, and sleeping next to a giant plastic bag.
Apparently a lot more happened than what I remember, like the other 2/3 of the river for example. Apparently I tried to enter the tent from the side where there wasn't a door and shove my pillow through the wall and tell Lisa she sucks at peeing and try to sleep in Rory's tent. Um, and getting 1 million 2 hundred 89 thousand bruises all over my body. And gouges on my feet which I am positive are festering with gangrene or else they wouldn't hurt so much.
Amy and Rory made leechy friends. I was mooned by both Melissa and Buchy (Don't worry, Opera returned the favor). Migliore was my favorite when we were singing and paddling. And we were damn good canoers... until I lost all motor skills. Props to everyone for still having a razzasque time and being champion campers.
Also props to Gramm for cooking us a feast when we stopped in Manistee on the way home. Cheezy taters and choco cake and hamburgs and sketti salad.. strawbry shortcake too. delish. loves grammas.
also loves work on your birthday. what's up with that?! It's okay I have fun here. Except I may or may not have been scheduled at IKEA 12-6, which would blow my asshole. Because it's definitely after 12 right as we speak.
I miss the City. G-Unit's coming back, which is weird, but whatever, they actually put a kid on the schedule as "STEITZER, ANDY" and Ian shaved his face and... I was considering quitting but I can't.
Loves life. Loves 2 days off in a row. Does not love having been scheduled one of those days and not showing up.
WHIRLYBALL TONIGHT BITCHES, woohoo!
Canoe Trippin' 06 was a comPLETE success. After the SL McD's gave me a muffin with cheese on it, we were off to a rough start, but we arrived at the campsite on time, set up camp like champions, and headed off to Riverside.
Where Melissa bought me a wood duck lighter. And we cracked the first beers.
1/3 of the river later we stopped at a lake and splished around for a while and went swimming. I was saucy. This is also the last conscious memory I have until awaking in my tent at 2:30 in the morning, wet, cold, pants-less, still wearing my stunner shades, and sleeping next to a giant plastic bag.
Apparently a lot more happened than what I remember, like the other 2/3 of the river for example. Apparently I tried to enter the tent from the side where there wasn't a door and shove my pillow through the wall and tell Lisa she sucks at peeing and try to sleep in Rory's tent. Um, and getting 1 million 2 hundred 89 thousand bruises all over my body. And gouges on my feet which I am positive are festering with gangrene or else they wouldn't hurt so much.
Amy and Rory made leechy friends. I was mooned by both Melissa and Buchy (Don't worry, Opera returned the favor). Migliore was my favorite when we were singing and paddling. And we were damn good canoers... until I lost all motor skills. Props to everyone for still having a razzasque time and being champion campers.
Also props to Gramm for cooking us a feast when we stopped in Manistee on the way home. Cheezy taters and choco cake and hamburgs and sketti salad.. strawbry shortcake too. delish. loves grammas.
also loves work on your birthday. what's up with that?! It's okay I have fun here. Except I may or may not have been scheduled at IKEA 12-6, which would blow my asshole. Because it's definitely after 12 right as we speak.
I miss the City. G-Unit's coming back, which is weird, but whatever, they actually put a kid on the schedule as "STEITZER, ANDY" and Ian shaved his face and... I was considering quitting but I can't.
Loves life. Loves 2 days off in a row. Does not love having been scheduled one of those days and not showing up.
WHIRLYBALL TONIGHT BITCHES, woohoo!