bird fever
I went on a roadtrip throughout Fl. and it was simply amazing.
Everynight I slept between my two favorite people (Jack and Jessie) on some guys bed, who happens to be in Mongolia (?).
On the way to Orlando we stopped in Stuart to visit the house Jack grew up in. In Orlando we drank a lot, had shitty food, and hungout in City Walk.
The next day Jack and I got tattoos from Alexis for only 50 bucks between the both of us, killah!
While in G-ville we met the ginger with the big boobs and the tallest Chinese woman I think I'll ever know. Stella has an amazing voice and she writes lyrics like it's her fuckin' job. Emma wasn't that great, she was ready to fight when Jessie slandered Carl's name. LAME.
I almost pussied out on the Ichetucknee River. On the bus ride over to the boys the guide was telling us that there were snakes in the river and that some lady died last week in the river from the cold water lowering her body temperature. AH!
We ended our trip in Sarasota's Lido Beach. It was fuckin' packed like South Beach (it included loud tacky cubans too, uh oh). But we found a private beach to relax on and we ended up with AMAZING tans.
On the way home we stopped at Waffle House in the middle of butt-fuck-nowhere and I got super sick. When we arrived in the Keys the first thing I did was heave my guts out. Symbolic, huh? I think so.
I move out in August. Thank the lord.
Tomorrow's my BIRTHDAY! 18!
I was promoted to waitressing at The Big Chill. Training sucks real bad.
Jack called me at 8:30 this morning asking me to take a hurt bird to the bird sanctuary. So I put on some clothes and headed to Starbucks. I picked up the seagull and speeded to Tavernier. When we got to the sanctuary the bird was still alive, but when I was waiting for the bird nurse it died right in front of me. Most depressing morning ever. I fucking balled my eyes out.
Everynight I slept between my two favorite people (Jack and Jessie) on some guys bed, who happens to be in Mongolia (?).
On the way to Orlando we stopped in Stuart to visit the house Jack grew up in. In Orlando we drank a lot, had shitty food, and hungout in City Walk.
The next day Jack and I got tattoos from Alexis for only 50 bucks between the both of us, killah!
While in G-ville we met the ginger with the big boobs and the tallest Chinese woman I think I'll ever know. Stella has an amazing voice and she writes lyrics like it's her fuckin' job. Emma wasn't that great, she was ready to fight when Jessie slandered Carl's name. LAME.
I almost pussied out on the Ichetucknee River. On the bus ride over to the boys the guide was telling us that there were snakes in the river and that some lady died last week in the river from the cold water lowering her body temperature. AH!
We ended our trip in Sarasota's Lido Beach. It was fuckin' packed like South Beach (it included loud tacky cubans too, uh oh). But we found a private beach to relax on and we ended up with AMAZING tans.
On the way home we stopped at Waffle House in the middle of butt-fuck-nowhere and I got super sick. When we arrived in the Keys the first thing I did was heave my guts out. Symbolic, huh? I think so.
I move out in August. Thank the lord.
Tomorrow's my BIRTHDAY! 18!
I was promoted to waitressing at The Big Chill. Training sucks real bad.
Jack called me at 8:30 this morning asking me to take a hurt bird to the bird sanctuary. So I put on some clothes and headed to Starbucks. I picked up the seagull and speeded to Tavernier. When we got to the sanctuary the bird was still alive, but when I was waiting for the bird nurse it died right in front of me. Most depressing morning ever. I fucking balled my eyes out.