My brain is a little cloudy right now so I don't feel like my usual witty self. Apologies my adoring public, all six of you are very dear to me. I have the swine flu.
Not really. I did hang out with a latino in LA but I'm fairly certain its not in their DNA. No, this is entirely self inflicted. The result of too many beers on too many nights. I blame the English. Damn them, with their pounds and their drink guzzling ways. Such a bad influence.
LA was lovely though. I plan on heading back their next week for a few more days. I desperately want to go to MOCA and Mickey is going to let me into Disneyland for free on Wednesday. He better not sing me Happy Birthday or I'll break his floppy jumbo ears. I loath that song.
I saw lots of pretty things already in LA like sleeve tattoos, shiny shiny new cars and this guy:
The Shat
I made LA friends too (not just the naughty english ones). One of said friends took her dog inside a club. Woman was on the dance floor with a fluffy black pomeranian in her arm. So LA. The other, is teaching me spanish... sort of. I now know the chile is salsa not jalepinos and can say beer and sleep. I'm almost fluent.
Right now I'm chillin' in San Diego with my cousin. I think I'll spend tomorrow at the beach provided I find myself a cheap and non-offensive bikini. Oh I guess that means I'll need to shave my legs too. Lame.
For those of you following its progress, the toe nail hasn't faired so well.
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