Beach Day
Today was fucking brilliant. Cheyne and I played water was fucking cold at first, but it became fucking brilliant. Cheyne was thrilled by the fact that I wore my hat in the water, and we rode waves. At one point, he went to dive me and went face first...Bloody Beach! It was fucking cool...blood was dribbling all down his chin. Then we went up to dry off, and laying in the hot hot heat noticed some beached whales wearing bikinis and lotioning up to stay nice and pasty. I made the comment,"oh my god, I just lost 50lbs." Then the rest of the day was, well...cool. I missed out on some filming, but I'm sure Cheyne would understand. As would Jameson. Respect, brotha. Well, I need a fucking shower, because I have salt and blood and sweat all over me. A day so fucking dirty that you need a fucking shower...that's a good fucking day. Rock on, Cheyne and Dimmige.