Wow! I'm sitting here wanting to talk about everything I did in LA, but there is so much shit to cover I dont know how I could possibly talk about everything. I guess I'll just give you the abridged version.
We got to LA on Friday where delusion and pale_blue_eyes were waiting to pick us up from the airport. It sure is weird having that half familiar half stranger feeling about somebody, but we quickly got over that with a conversation about tub girl on the short bus. Friday was fucking awesome, we went to the pier and had lunch, rode a mechanical race horse, took shitty pictures in a photo booth, checked out the stars on the ground (whatever the fuck that stuff is called), "FIRST OJ, NOW KOBAY!!", all that touristy stuff. Later that evening we hooked up with kiddizzy at Lucky Strike. Dizz is about the coolest kid I have ever met, and his friends are fucking hilarious.
Saturday we went to Amoeba and did more touristy shit while Michelle puked out the passenger car door. By about 4:00pm I had a mild emotional breakdown due to our lack of a place to sleep. Around 7:00 I had a place to lay down, thus my breakdown slowly faded away.
Sunday fucking rocked ass. The drive from LA to Santa Barbara is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my entire life. Did anybody know that Isla Vista is 6/10ths of a mile squared, and they have about 27 liquor stores, none of which have Pabst Blue Ribbon. The one phrase that will stick with me till the day I die is "If you've gotta go, its gotta glow."
(I'm done, there is WAY more but I'm too lazy to type anything else)
I now have Volcano insurance.
We got to LA on Friday where delusion and pale_blue_eyes were waiting to pick us up from the airport. It sure is weird having that half familiar half stranger feeling about somebody, but we quickly got over that with a conversation about tub girl on the short bus. Friday was fucking awesome, we went to the pier and had lunch, rode a mechanical race horse, took shitty pictures in a photo booth, checked out the stars on the ground (whatever the fuck that stuff is called), "FIRST OJ, NOW KOBAY!!", all that touristy stuff. Later that evening we hooked up with kiddizzy at Lucky Strike. Dizz is about the coolest kid I have ever met, and his friends are fucking hilarious.
Saturday we went to Amoeba and did more touristy shit while Michelle puked out the passenger car door. By about 4:00pm I had a mild emotional breakdown due to our lack of a place to sleep. Around 7:00 I had a place to lay down, thus my breakdown slowly faded away.
Sunday fucking rocked ass. The drive from LA to Santa Barbara is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my entire life. Did anybody know that Isla Vista is 6/10ths of a mile squared, and they have about 27 liquor stores, none of which have Pabst Blue Ribbon. The one phrase that will stick with me till the day I die is "If you've gotta go, its gotta glow."
(I'm done, there is WAY more but I'm too lazy to type anything else)
I now have Volcano insurance.
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pusssykat:
Not in so many words. But if asked I would say you're attractive. 
pusssykat:
Alright then. 
Ooo, I'm jealous that the SG's got to go to the Exorcist party.
Ooo, I'm jealous that the SG's got to go to the Exorcist party.