April 22nd 2008.
Hello, lovingly to you.
Welp welp. The midnight gang was all hype and here tonight.
Bekka, Cita and me decided to get a late night snack [fourthmeal, anyone? Poor fat america] at Taco Smell.
Bekka got her usual: nacho supreme with no bean or tomato, and chips and cheese. Haha. Cita got her nachos and Chalupa, and I was all indecisive as usual so the taco guy [Dave] had us flip a coin for what i'd get, Heads was a chalupa and Tails was a quesadilla. Heads won. It was delicious but I think it wants to make a comeback cuz I feel sick to my stomach.
Afterrr that, around 1am, I said it'd be the perfect night to drive to the beach [40 minutes away] and they were up for it so on we went. On the way we chatted about a whole shizload of shiz, considering we all "know the meaning of life." Things like.. how when you move from your home, to a new house that just doesn't feel like home...how depressing it is. How we've gotta travel more because I need to see all 50 states before i'm 22. How all the black guys we work with like Kanye West and how we all think he's a douchefuck whiney testicle. And I talked about how strange it is that the music video for In This World by Moby makes me cry. lmao.
Then somewhere in all that ramble we decided to go past the beach and before we knew it we were randomly in Ohio to fill up the gas tank at a BP. And it's there that we realize how we really do live in the ghetto. I mean, when a place doesn't have bullet proof glass everywhere and it's pretty noticeable...haha.
but meh, this BP was cool. The doors even opened automatically and their Red Bulls were clean. For the win, right?
Got lost a little. Drove back. Listened to some tunes. Blared Christina Aguilera - The Voice Within and sang at the top of our lungs with the windows rolled down [absolutely magical!]. Talked. Listened to more tunes. Talked some more. Allycia is sick of bitchass people. Jammed. Bekka thought she was going nuts, but after turning around, then back around 5 times found out that that truck really did hit a kite that said "WINNER!" 2am. 3am. Hot fudge sunday. 4am. Home.
Here I am.
haha =]
and my french braides are still in tact. It's gonna be a good sleep without my hair making me sweat.
I hope you all have days like this. God blessed me with some freaking AMAZING best friends. <3
-Lindsay.
Welp welp. The midnight gang was all hype and here tonight.
Bekka, Cita and me decided to get a late night snack [fourthmeal, anyone? Poor fat america] at Taco Smell.
Bekka got her usual: nacho supreme with no bean or tomato, and chips and cheese. Haha. Cita got her nachos and Chalupa, and I was all indecisive as usual so the taco guy [Dave] had us flip a coin for what i'd get, Heads was a chalupa and Tails was a quesadilla. Heads won. It was delicious but I think it wants to make a comeback cuz I feel sick to my stomach.
Afterrr that, around 1am, I said it'd be the perfect night to drive to the beach [40 minutes away] and they were up for it so on we went. On the way we chatted about a whole shizload of shiz, considering we all "know the meaning of life." Things like.. how when you move from your home, to a new house that just doesn't feel like home...how depressing it is. How we've gotta travel more because I need to see all 50 states before i'm 22. How all the black guys we work with like Kanye West and how we all think he's a douchefuck whiney testicle. And I talked about how strange it is that the music video for In This World by Moby makes me cry. lmao.
Then somewhere in all that ramble we decided to go past the beach and before we knew it we were randomly in Ohio to fill up the gas tank at a BP. And it's there that we realize how we really do live in the ghetto. I mean, when a place doesn't have bullet proof glass everywhere and it's pretty noticeable...haha.
but meh, this BP was cool. The doors even opened automatically and their Red Bulls were clean. For the win, right?
Got lost a little. Drove back. Listened to some tunes. Blared Christina Aguilera - The Voice Within and sang at the top of our lungs with the windows rolled down [absolutely magical!]. Talked. Listened to more tunes. Talked some more. Allycia is sick of bitchass people. Jammed. Bekka thought she was going nuts, but after turning around, then back around 5 times found out that that truck really did hit a kite that said "WINNER!" 2am. 3am. Hot fudge sunday. 4am. Home.
Here I am.
haha =]
and my french braides are still in tact. It's gonna be a good sleep without my hair making me sweat.
I hope you all have days like this. God blessed me with some freaking AMAZING best friends. <3
-Lindsay.
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