Thank you blogger for once again ruining my beau post.


i'l start over this time with more
condensed thoughts.

spilled milk. spoiled time.

It was an adventure. Not fun, not crazy, but not definitely not boring.

Got stranded at the beach. You have never felt lonely if you haven't stared at a sunset by yourself. (It has happened to me twice.)
And you have never felt so hungry.

Ask yourself a question. You haven't ate anything all day, its 10 pm. You are in a gas station convienence store with 20 bucks that will buy you the world in there. What do you buy? What do you buy?

For me the answer was: nachos and orange juice. extra cheese.

I wish my foresight was as good as my hindsight in telling me that nachos and the beach wasn't a good idea. Wind, sand, and nachos do not make good bedfellows.

When half of my nachos were donated to the ocean and its furious windy slut companion, I decided to head back to the gas station. A bagel better suited the breeze.
what an odd last sentence, i bet i will never read those words combined ever again

A bum was going to kill me for fifty-cents, and i'm not talking about the doof rapper. We argued on pay-phone rights.

I met many people who were having bonfires that i was supposed to be enjoying with other people. How i wish i could have tossed myself into their fire's appealing appendages.

I got lost, and ended up 5 miles from where I parked.

I got home and the phone rang. Prompting another adventure itself.

That was only where the story ended. There's an epilogue, and the begining was just as adventurous, but I'm too lazy to type again.