Lacking extra dough, I spent the weekend outdoors. Crazy hot even out by the water, this weekend. I worked on my tan and read bell hooks. Yesterday I went to the beach.
We lightweight got sprung on this Japanese chick. She looked like she came out of a drawing or something. Just very. Untouched and a little snotty. John tried to holler and got shot down. Still though. She was a peach.
Friday night there was this thing after work. I ended up at butter drinking bootleg rum and eating crepes. Plus getting free shit. I'm not sure how that happened, but I didn't pay for anything. I was really cute though, my boots matched the venue.
Today we went to Pacifica. This lounge called Nick's is about 10 feet from where the waves break. You can drink appletinis there on a Sunday, and spend as much time as you like doing whatever comes to mind in a place like that. We got stoned and played cards.
I decided today: I'd rather date a rough boy who's scared to go nice places than a nice boy who's scared to go rough places.
But the best case scenario is that no one's scared to go anywhere, you know?
Here's my new favorite video. Thanks Stef!
Ugh. Real life kicks back in tomorrow, hardcore. So wish me luck. xoxoxo.
I am still in love with those boots
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