whoah, time to update ye olde journal.
life is strange back on the west siiiiiiide. it's odd living in a house, that is now my home, but doesn't really feel like my home yet. i don't understand the stereo. i put the forks back in the wrong drawer. i bump into things in the dark. plus, i have a terrible sense of direction, and need to keep exploring the neighborhood until i can actually find my way home without taking the exact same route every time.
this weekend was awesome, in that totally old skool hometown kinda way. we headed to ft walton ( 50 miles away, and my hometown) to partake of the local charm. my dad had saved me some of his homemade turkey gumbo from xmas. then that evening, out for drinks at the local watering holes with all those kids who have yet to leave town, and who will probably never leave. somehow i drank so much beer, flirted and talked for so long ( i'm the only girl in the group right now) that i found myself standing in the road at 4:30 am demanding that someone drive me home. saturday, i had lunch with my dad and a local columnist/ heathen, and the two of these guys are absolutely the godfathers of the town. everyone knows them, and i look like a lunch date half their age.... such good food and wine, and then home, a nap and dinner with the same 2 plus a drunken reverend who used to know martin luther king, jr and is currently best pals with harper lee. the rev tried to steal my drink when the other guys cut him off. but he told me my nose ring is beautiful...
hmmm... back in pensacola. this week i'm looking for a place to shake my ass, tone that ass, and work my ass. as always, it's all about the booty.
life is strange back on the west siiiiiiide. it's odd living in a house, that is now my home, but doesn't really feel like my home yet. i don't understand the stereo. i put the forks back in the wrong drawer. i bump into things in the dark. plus, i have a terrible sense of direction, and need to keep exploring the neighborhood until i can actually find my way home without taking the exact same route every time.
this weekend was awesome, in that totally old skool hometown kinda way. we headed to ft walton ( 50 miles away, and my hometown) to partake of the local charm. my dad had saved me some of his homemade turkey gumbo from xmas. then that evening, out for drinks at the local watering holes with all those kids who have yet to leave town, and who will probably never leave. somehow i drank so much beer, flirted and talked for so long ( i'm the only girl in the group right now) that i found myself standing in the road at 4:30 am demanding that someone drive me home. saturday, i had lunch with my dad and a local columnist/ heathen, and the two of these guys are absolutely the godfathers of the town. everyone knows them, and i look like a lunch date half their age.... such good food and wine, and then home, a nap and dinner with the same 2 plus a drunken reverend who used to know martin luther king, jr and is currently best pals with harper lee. the rev tried to steal my drink when the other guys cut him off. but he told me my nose ring is beautiful...
hmmm... back in pensacola. this week i'm looking for a place to shake my ass, tone that ass, and work my ass. as always, it's all about the booty.
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its all about the booty