Hawaii Day Two
Woke up this morning with the fatty strip across my hand all bumpy and sticking out and itching like the worst mother fucker ever. so i itched it, go figure, and it made my whole hand red and the strip is like white and sticking out even more. its pretty damn sexy if i do say so myself.
I've barely gotten any sun. I tried for like an hour or two today, and i got a little color, but barely. x.x I saw this one chick that made sarah look albino. she was so tan and it was so disgusting. i'll take my milk colored flesh over her burned toast color any day, bitch. although now my skin is more the color of... creme? i dont know anything else light enough brown to describe it. im not AS albino, we'll put it that way. but still lighter than everyone else i know.
So anyway, today, the second day, my family became the loving caring relatives I knew they were. And killed each other. DEATH DEATH DEATH and all the jazz. my parents and brother went golfing, and i tanned for like half an hour more and then came back up and found out there is a lousy wireless connection in here (but a wireless connection never the less) and so now im on the computer. then, i get a call from my mom asking 'is dillon there?' what a dumb ass question, he went with them. turns out my brother and dad got in a fight over putting on a glove to play golf with. my dads all, "YOU MUST PUT ON THE WHITE GLOVE OF GAY GLORY ON YOUR LEFT HAND OR YOUR SUCK AT GOLFING" and my brothers all "I WONT PUT ON THAT GAY GLOVE BECAUSE IM A DUMB ASS HOMOPHOBE AND I HATE EVERYONE AND I HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING YOU DONT WANT ME TO DO BECAUSE THATS THE WAY I AM AND I NEED TO BURN IN HELL!" and so my dad pretty much threw my brother off the golf cart and told him to get lost. which my brother did. and then he found his way back to the condo somehow.
Note to reader: the conversation was lightly altered to fit the writing syle of the autor.
And yeah. So now I really wanna go home. I hate this family. Caitlin, I'm honestly starting to think about moving out to Boston. But... Gah I dont know. I just cant live with these fuckers anymore.
I've barely gotten any sun. I tried for like an hour or two today, and i got a little color, but barely. x.x I saw this one chick that made sarah look albino. she was so tan and it was so disgusting. i'll take my milk colored flesh over her burned toast color any day, bitch. although now my skin is more the color of... creme? i dont know anything else light enough brown to describe it. im not AS albino, we'll put it that way. but still lighter than everyone else i know.
So anyway, today, the second day, my family became the loving caring relatives I knew they were. And killed each other. DEATH DEATH DEATH and all the jazz. my parents and brother went golfing, and i tanned for like half an hour more and then came back up and found out there is a lousy wireless connection in here (but a wireless connection never the less) and so now im on the computer. then, i get a call from my mom asking 'is dillon there?' what a dumb ass question, he went with them. turns out my brother and dad got in a fight over putting on a glove to play golf with. my dads all, "YOU MUST PUT ON THE WHITE GLOVE OF GAY GLORY ON YOUR LEFT HAND OR YOUR SUCK AT GOLFING" and my brothers all "I WONT PUT ON THAT GAY GLOVE BECAUSE IM A DUMB ASS HOMOPHOBE AND I HATE EVERYONE AND I HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING YOU DONT WANT ME TO DO BECAUSE THATS THE WAY I AM AND I NEED TO BURN IN HELL!" and so my dad pretty much threw my brother off the golf cart and told him to get lost. which my brother did. and then he found his way back to the condo somehow.
Note to reader: the conversation was lightly altered to fit the writing syle of the autor.
And yeah. So now I really wanna go home. I hate this family. Caitlin, I'm honestly starting to think about moving out to Boston. But... Gah I dont know. I just cant live with these fuckers anymore.