it's that time of year: the sweaty, salty stench of your skin fills the air as you unsuccessfully try to towel off the sand from your ankles and feet, aiming to keep your friend's car as sand-free as possible, only to leave traces of it on the floor and on the passenger seat. you were just trying to get some sun before your friend had to head off to work. quite ridiculous in this 99-degree, 12 o'clock heat, though, isn't it?
i guess you could say i had a rough morning.
see, i haven't exactly paid attention to the temperature lately. it's more of a what-you-see-is-what-you-get kind of thing -- i peek out the window, and if it's not raining, i'll look up; if i see a cloudless and sunlit sky, then i'll assume that the high for the day is probably around seventy-five, eighty tops. you know ... typical, favorable beach weather. thirty minutes later, i feel a hint of misery as i lay directly in the path of the sun's scorching heat. blinded by the sunlight, i close my eyes in the hopes of taking a nap -- no such luck. the sunlight still seeps through my eyelids. suddenly it feels like we're being chased by a fire-breathing monster (except he doesn't just breathe it, he radiates it), so we look for shelter ...
we'd left an hour earlier than we'd planned.
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according to gossip blogs, this chick is pregnant: (see source)
personally, i don't believe it. thin girls get bloated sometimes. i do, especially after a big meal. rude, much?
3 comments:
I couldnt help but agree :)
-SLCsocialite
yeah i feel bad for celebrities one big meal and they're labled as preggers
hey girlie thanks for the comment, na we didnt get in trouble my friend who opened the door ran to another train car so when the conductor came he just locked the door up
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