sixele

Okay okay....
So the ride to LA sucked.
We hit major traffic in Vegas and it was LAME!
We got into LA late Monday night and as soon as we got in the hotel I had to be taken to the ER.
High fever, pulse rate was up and I couldn't get any air.
So, I stayed in the hospital till Saturday. During my stay there my fucking messenger bag was stolen right out of my room. It had everything in it. My work portfolio, my ids, money, phone numbers.... alot of shit that just can't be replaced now.
I helped
cinder unpack a little as soon as I got out of the hospital and then the next day we went to the beach.
I had never been right on the beach before so it was.... really awsome. The tide came in really fast and nearly took us away. I got all wet and prolly ruined my new fuzzy flip flop slipper shoes. No body warned me about the sand. I thought I would be safe wearing the flip flops, but nooooooo the sand will get right in there..... and STAY.
I got some sea shells and we ate at Denneys.
I had lots of funand I wish I didnt have to spend almost the entire time in the fucking hospital. It blows, but I will be back soon for sure. Anyway...
To you who stole my bag....
I fucking hate you, you piece of shit. When I find you you better fucking run.