paddle-boating is harder than it looks. walking on land afterwards was…well, a bit unstable.
“washed” my shorts, legs, purse, wallet in apple vinegar. hee haw. how the farks am i gonna get the stench out — boo!
rampant dramas yet again. rather than being dragged down into the muck, i’m actually sitting atop it all with a well-petted sense of smug. cuz i’ve dun tol’ y’all X number of times throughout these past years that certain people were so and so. reinforcement of such conclusions through gossip and life philosophizing during long car rides home have kept the perceptions fresh — so that when the shit erupts, i’m all: geez, not a surprise. i’m also reminded again (and yet again!!) that there are always two sides to a story and that it always pays to hear both sides before putting forth proverbial foot-in-mouth outbursts of passionate disapproval. cuz it’s not like we’re dealing with hitler here or anything. nothing’s ever gonna be as oh-so-terrible as it seems and, because of who we are, there’s always room for improvement. those of you who perpetuate the bickerness because you’ve built your ass up on a pedestal to put down all others who think to the contrary — you suck. you’re lame. and for godsake you need to grow the fuck up. it’s never too late to grow the fuck up.
har. bickerness. damn this laguna beach lingo crap!!!