Dear Titusville,
Jacksonville is fun, but kind of crazy. There is a lot of alcohol, and the parties are always a fairly good time. $5 for a case of BUD this weekend! That's a deal and a half.
There is a girl named Kristen who is fucking whack in the brain. She's really crazy when she has any alcohol in her, which isn't good... Not crazy like "Yeah Brian, you're right. Let's try it in my butt," but like a drunken whore on COPS crazy. Any proposition of me admitting slight feelings for her is lost. But she'll make a good friend, I guess.
Oh, and the guys at parties are gross. You can find the girls by identifying any circle of people that has formed. "Yeah, let's get the girls drunk and fuck them! Fuck yeah!" I don't know, but I do know I don't play that shit. But on the other hand, the girls here are really, really stupid and deserve to get fucked and not remember a damn thing the next morning.
I miss my friends. A lot a lot a lot alot alot.
Love from Jax,
Brian
There is a girl named Kristen who is fucking whack in the brain. She's really crazy when she has any alcohol in her, which isn't good... Not crazy like "Yeah Brian, you're right. Let's try it in my butt," but like a drunken whore on COPS crazy. Any proposition of me admitting slight feelings for her is lost. But she'll make a good friend, I guess.
Oh, and the guys at parties are gross. You can find the girls by identifying any circle of people that has formed. "Yeah, let's get the girls drunk and fuck them! Fuck yeah!" I don't know, but I do know I don't play that shit. But on the other hand, the girls here are really, really stupid and deserve to get fucked and not remember a damn thing the next morning.
I miss my friends. A lot a lot a lot alot alot.
Love from Jax,
Brian