with keef and ian from maine and tanner and kyle bernard i went, and there was (in no particular order): bothering mexican waiters (me only), the mandatory coffeeshop, jumping off the lbc pier (me feasting on sand), a playground (butt too big for the babyswing, i'm a ninja and he's spiderman, asian playmates), "can't we just make out a little?", screaming this, bacon debates and masturbation books in barnes & noble, and many, many semi-pornographic parkinglot dancing pictures with a pink x-terra and trees and sprinklers and sublime, TOK, blink 182 and sir mix-a-lot. also i put a pen cap in kyle's buttcrack. how i love life some nights. how i loff it, i loif it, how i love it.
that was two nights ago, and then last night it was me and ::uncle steve:: alan, and we went up to some hills and spent about forty days and forty nights (wandering jews) wondering where we were--"well is that the 405? no. that's pch. where is the spectrum? there is that over there, no but that's a car dealership. which way is long beach? let's walk a mile down-mountain and see where that leads us." we decided to turn around and head back to the car when we saw a shirt-jacket (nike, =expensive, =why would someone just leave it?) laid out on a bench with a water bottle on it. OHMYGOD. why was it just left there? it's not like somebody forgot it, not in that weather. and why was it laid out? creepy creepy. maybe you had to be there but we were both scared so we walked briskly away and kept looking behind. after that we went and drove around some more and ate a LOT of food, since i am an ex-catholic school girl and he is an ex-army man we can both eat quite a bit, especially when .
"i think the only strange people on the planet are the ones you don't know yet." too true, o girl in english class. too true.
and i, i am still , like thirteen hours later.
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