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fficer Evans scolded me at Grants Pass, OR for indecent exposure. And now Officer Evans is the name that has replaced the noun formally known as "van"
Nixon's journal explains this better than i do....

:In San Fransisco, Quinne and i had a sleep over at her house. The next day, we drifted through the city in a failed attempt to find me some shoes OTHER than heels. By the end of the night, she was carrying me through the streets, on her back. I have some amazing friends...

The list of things Chloe Saint Reagan learned in San Fransisco:

• Theres nothing painful enough that some sugar and vicodin cant fix. (thank you scully for my massive box of lolly pops)


• Throwing beer bottles will only lead to bloody heads and lawsuits.


• There are NO In-N-Outs in that town.


• Laughter is not allowed in Quinnes kitchen


• The robotic droned voice that comes from the loud speaker in the Bart Station, makes me kind of hot...

:In Seattle, I read an email from a close friend who urged me to be taking more pictures. A hobby that i haven't had much motivation for lately. Shortly after this email, i met up with a friend of mine, who happens to be an amazing photographer. With in a few minutes, he just handed me his new wide angle lens, in assumption that we were about to go on a photo adventure. I didn't even have time to refuse.
Results will soon be uploaded...

The list of things Chloe Saint Reagan learned in Seattle:

• Sneaking into secured construction areas, is nearly impossible in clanking heels.


• Driving in the car that i caused so much damage to only 5 months back, made me feel slightly akward and guilty.


• Kemchi is tasty[/itemlist]
  [listitem]Every store in Seattle seems to be out of high tops. Way to go, FAKE Grunge Town...


• While watching a gay porn, i was fascinated to see that there is a fetish for armpit licking.


• People in Seattle, would prefer to have their collared shirts signed more that any other item on them. I signed several fancy shirts with my name and math equations.

I need to get my hands on a god damn pair of Converse, some pain killers, Audry Hepburn movies, cheap Luckies, the new Mastodon album, a bike with pegs, a wide angle camera lens, and more wireless internot.
This is my touring wishlist.

The two songs that made Willson Phillips the legendary band of the 90s were called Hold On and Release Me.