mallory

tomorrow night im flying down to miami to enjoy highs of 80 degrees.. sunshine.. and of course..

cuban food..
its going to be great since i eat meat now because i can enjoy all the food i havent eaten in the past decade..

the flight is going to be annoying though..
its a red eye with a connecting flight in houston..
eh..

i think that half of my summer clothes might still be in ohio.. which is sort of a problem.. i think im just going to be hot a majority of the time.. someone told me to wear shorts.. this is going to sound wierd but i dont like to have loose material inbetween my legs.. i think its creepy.. which is one of the reasons why i only wear dresses..

so imagine me out camping for three days.. with only dresses and flipflops to wear.. how is it that i dont own one pair of sneakers aside from chuck taylors which as far as im concerned are about as useful as a pair of flipflops anyway..

the last time i camped at this place i was woken from my sleep in the middle of the night by a wild pig snorting and scratching at the ground.. i didnt feel too comfortable sleeping knowing that there was this crazy wild animal right outside of my tent.. especially since he had large teeth.. and probably had a few buddies too..


yesterday while walking to work i was talking to some friends of mine.. and i asked them if they thought a posse consisted of three or more people..

they seemed to think the magic number was five..
then one decided that maybe it was five to a gang.. and not to a posse..

what do you think?