after a short hiatus, muchos drinkies, and far too many hours flying the "friendly" skies on the delta express, *cue drumroll, strobe lights, and midgets on unicycles* i am BACK for your viewing pleasure. peep these tan lines! no not you..you're gross. backupoffme.
spring break was sweet. me and judy doin' it up for serious. lots o' sun..lots o' skin..but my question (but not a complaint by ANY means) is why was everyone down in ft. lauderdale from indiana? not just like one or two people..three at the most..but even people on the street were all like "how y'all ladies doing tonight?" with that lazy, midwestern, cornfed accent prominent their voices. without a doubt some of the most laid-back dudes i have ever met despite the hick-like drawl emitting from their mouths. they definitely made our stint in florida all the better..aside from informing us we were the worst frisbee players on the eastern seaboard and the ongoing grabass tournament we were unwittingly roped into. maybe we'll see the good ol' boys again next year..but don't expect to see me flashin' my goodies on girls gone wild. EVER.
in a related story, why do all the wrong people choose to wear thongs on the beach? and people with chest hair rivaling that of a woolly mammoth insist on going topless? discuss amongst yourselves.
turning and being 20 is a weird thing. i expected something crazy to happen..growing a horn or sprouting a third nipple perhaps..but i woke up on the ides of march to the same ol' lex staring right back at me in the mirror. same long, silky brown hair. same fabulous abs. same rockin' ass. while these attributes are all well and good and sexy as hell, i was still the same silly gal i was they day before (remember my policy about growing up?). i think (and shout me a holla if you agree) that 19 and 20 should be abolished. just wiped the hell out. el fin. kaput. there's nothing eventful that one can do on these birthdays except count down the days until they are 21..and probably partake in the same activities that would occur on that momentous day anyway. my suggestion is either 1. skip from 18 to 21 like it ain't no thang, or 2. bring on the weird body mumbo-jumbo. it's a bummer about not growing a horn. it would have been great for fighting evil.
lastly, would the owner of the beige 1979 vista cruiser please approach the podium? your lights are on.
..saving the world before bedtime,
lex
spring break was sweet. me and judy doin' it up for serious. lots o' sun..lots o' skin..but my question (but not a complaint by ANY means) is why was everyone down in ft. lauderdale from indiana? not just like one or two people..three at the most..but even people on the street were all like "how y'all ladies doing tonight?" with that lazy, midwestern, cornfed accent prominent their voices. without a doubt some of the most laid-back dudes i have ever met despite the hick-like drawl emitting from their mouths. they definitely made our stint in florida all the better..aside from informing us we were the worst frisbee players on the eastern seaboard and the ongoing grabass tournament we were unwittingly roped into. maybe we'll see the good ol' boys again next year..but don't expect to see me flashin' my goodies on girls gone wild. EVER.
in a related story, why do all the wrong people choose to wear thongs on the beach? and people with chest hair rivaling that of a woolly mammoth insist on going topless? discuss amongst yourselves.
turning and being 20 is a weird thing. i expected something crazy to happen..growing a horn or sprouting a third nipple perhaps..but i woke up on the ides of march to the same ol' lex staring right back at me in the mirror. same long, silky brown hair. same fabulous abs. same rockin' ass. while these attributes are all well and good and sexy as hell, i was still the same silly gal i was they day before (remember my policy about growing up?). i think (and shout me a holla if you agree) that 19 and 20 should be abolished. just wiped the hell out. el fin. kaput. there's nothing eventful that one can do on these birthdays except count down the days until they are 21..and probably partake in the same activities that would occur on that momentous day anyway. my suggestion is either 1. skip from 18 to 21 like it ain't no thang, or 2. bring on the weird body mumbo-jumbo. it's a bummer about not growing a horn. it would have been great for fighting evil.
lastly, would the owner of the beige 1979 vista cruiser please approach the podium? your lights are on.
..saving the world before bedtime,
lex