gayballs

Hello, folks.
I write you from the Coho, a ferry into CANADA. THE GREAT WHITE NORTH.
I'm freakin Chris McCandless over here. Goddamn Alexander supertramp.only I have a blackberry.

There are cute white blonde kids with pink cheeks stuffing themselves with overpriced ferry breakfast sandwiches that I refuse to eat.they're cute. Dislike kids as much as I may, I gotta hand it to them. They're cute.

I'm meeting up with elizagirl up there, and I will be there for the weekend. I have gotten this far with merritt's help-- even directions from my parking space to the ferry.

Last night I drove up, stopping at two casinos to see what casinos are actually like. A disappointment, I say. Where's the sex? The hookers?

There's a baby crying.

I stopped to have a drink yesterday on my way to the seattle-bainbridge ferry at a place called Slim's last Chance or something. There was a band called Madrasos playing and while I was only there long enough to have a beer and watch two songs, those two songs blew my head off.

There's a cute, cute girl in a queens of the stoneage hoodie in front of me. I snuck a picture of her.
She's making me feel stupid and dramatic right now. She took off her hoodie and is wearing a tank-top. I'm wearing 2 shirts and 3 jackets. Gay. She should talk to me.

I don't know how to post pictures from the blackberry.so just imagine lots of water and mountains and hills and freezing-ass, red-nosed me.

I wonder what Hillary is doing right now. She turned 30 last week.

Next week a friend and I may be going to portland to visit with a mutual friend and drink heavily. I wonder if my car can handle all of this?

Okay kid, stop crying now.