Anthony is funny. I don't want him to go upstairs.


But there he goes. He better come back down to entertain me later.



I was really ill this morning- funny cramps. I hope I don't have some kind of mexican bladder parasite... or syphallis. You know syphallis comes from having sexual relations with sheep.

Dirty sheep.

NO! I didn't fuck any dirty mexican sheep. What the hell are you thinking?

Can somebody tell me why Falcon Ridge tickets aren't on sale like they're supposed to be? HELLO! Come on, people, get yer act together.

Stop fucking those syphallitic sheep and GET YER ACT TOGETHER.


That picture there- that's me in my "formal" wear, having a gin & tonic at the Stars Bar. We spent a great amount of time there, because it was a great centrally located bar. Between the Casino and the Disco club, so EVERYONE walked by.

Beth got annoyed cuz I knew everyone on the ship by the second day. But you know me... I'm a very social creature.

When I get the rest of the pictures from Beth and from the camera shop, I will continue to cycle through all the pics of me on vacation. Yay! I love pictures of me having fun.

On the trip, I got all dressed up all the time... and I was fucking HOT. Really, I was. Beth made fun of me for that, too... every time I looked in a mirror, I'd say, "Damn, I'm hot." I was totally doing a Stuart Smalley thing... but you know what? It works. I learned that from my Holly. If you believe you are hot, you WILL be. Beth laughed at me for calling myself hot, then complained later cuz I was so much more "confident" than her and made so many friends. She got jealous cuz guys she was interested in kept telling her they liked me.

I didn't ask to be this beautiful.


ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ah ah ha ah ha ah ha aha ha a!!

Ok, I admit, I am full of myself. But you know sometimes I feel ugly and full of dog poop, so it all works out.

Ewwww dog poop. That's me.