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I went to Carly and Leslie's house, which is as much outside as inside.
Their friend Lars is visiting from Denmark. Though Danish, he has a tattoo which is an homage to my home town. I like this and think Rt. 66 is highly underrated as a tattoo subject.
I hate it when I have to give in and shoot vertically.
Carly made me a gin and soda with lime (which everyone knows I won't even drink at all psh) and we ate corn fresh from the grill with butter and coarse Kosher salt.
Their dog, Magnnus, is bunny-soft.
Here's their other dog, Venga. Can you read his tag? It says "HALF CAT HALF DOG"! I die from the cleverness. But really he's not a dog or a cat, he's a little fox prince.
I found a bunch of my old CDs (as in compact discs, not cross dressers) from high school and it's been totally nuts listening to them.
Driving home from Carly and Leslie's, I unexpectedly got very sad. I think it's because their house was suddenly invaded by 14 camping Tour-America sorts; people from all over the world. They were being led by Carly's long time friend Zeona, about whom I have heard very much. I've heard she charming and sexy. She misremembered my name when I met her, and then her and Lars went to the other side of the house and started talking.
I was sitting by the campfire all by myself. Thirteen international strangers pitched tents in the woods around the house, Carly and Leslie discussed the European invasion with their neighbors, Lars and Zeona talked on the other side of the house, and I watched the campfire allllllll by myself, the only lonely person among 18.
I am very lonely.
It isn't good or bad, it just is.
Their friend Lars is visiting from Denmark. Though Danish, he has a tattoo which is an homage to my home town. I like this and think Rt. 66 is highly underrated as a tattoo subject.
I hate it when I have to give in and shoot vertically.
Carly made me a gin and soda with lime (which everyone knows I won't even drink at all psh) and we ate corn fresh from the grill with butter and coarse Kosher salt.
Their dog, Magnnus, is bunny-soft.
Here's their other dog, Venga. Can you read his tag? It says "HALF CAT HALF DOG"! I die from the cleverness. But really he's not a dog or a cat, he's a little fox prince.
I found a bunch of my old CDs (as in compact discs, not cross dressers) from high school and it's been totally nuts listening to them.
Driving home from Carly and Leslie's, I unexpectedly got very sad. I think it's because their house was suddenly invaded by 14 camping Tour-America sorts; people from all over the world. They were being led by Carly's long time friend Zeona, about whom I have heard very much. I've heard she charming and sexy. She misremembered my name when I met her, and then her and Lars went to the other side of the house and started talking.
I was sitting by the campfire all by myself. Thirteen international strangers pitched tents in the woods around the house, Carly and Leslie discussed the European invasion with their neighbors, Lars and Zeona talked on the other side of the house, and I watched the campfire allllllll by myself, the only lonely person among 18.
I am very lonely.
It isn't good or bad, it just is.
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DAMN EUROPEANS. Scum, all of them.
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Gay bath and gin.
You should be a make-people-feel-better-through-alcoholic-suggestions-counselor.
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