Monday, July 25, 2005

i am not someone you can put on a back burner and treat like shit, then when it's convenient for you, be there. you can shove your ego up your ass along with where your head is.


note to self: don't get drunk off of beer and then drink some tequila, and have a few shot glasses of peach pucker. oh well at least talking to dustin one on one about shrooms and acid was cool. fuck that my whole night was awesome.


ghetto dancing.
jumping in the truck bed.
OUR FLIP PHONES!
no yoga!
to our dead homies!
she's being like zema, i mean zena.
lets go skinny dipping!
cottage cheese.
meat and cheese tray!
the dog did it!
taking pictures!
mer lot? MORLOT!
chilled red wine (har har har).
sleeping in the tent.
shannon and the scary voice.
laughing our asses off.
packing in the tent like sardines. from left to right: chanti, dustin, shannon, sarah, me, and de-rock.
wake up to empty beer cans, mike's bottles, and the aftermath of one good night.


you guys rocked my socks last night, and it was something i really needed. thanks maria, her dad, and her aunts for letting us kids party like rockstars in a place where we were safe, and where cops wouldn't come.

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