GULL LAKE PICTURES!

[_the_red_shoes_]

Thats right kids, due to a lack of car, and sincere need to take a break from crazy organizing, unpacking, and worrying (i know, i shouldnt)  its time for... dun dun dun!!!!!

What Chelsea Did On Her Summer Vacation.... PICTURE STYLE!!!! (loud applause and much excitement)

Comments

[xxdookinxx]

mmm...taco...

[_the_red_shoes_]

lol, way to totally miss the point.
hows school?

[xxdookinxx]

it doesnt start til september 21st

[_____nuclear]

aww awesome!!

ps. thanks for the brownies :)

[_the_red_shoes_]

thanks!
ps. you're so welcome, you, of all people, deserve it

[anonymous]

hmmm... it seems the account of the golf-cart incident is a little one-sided... perhaps someone should learn how to sit correctly...

By the way, you will be getting something in a few days that is better than flowers...

I think I will indefinitely end every sentence...

But then again, sentences end with actual punctuation, making them complete thoughts that are supposedly capable of communicating ideas... I am just curious if the idea creates the sentence or if the sentence creates the idea... after all, if a sentence doesn't fully communicate an idea, does it the idea actually exist, at least in any meaningful way beyond one's own myopic inebriation?

I bought the animated Robin Hood today...

I am excited to see you Labor Day...

Bye...

[_the_red_shoes_]

The account of "The Golf Cart Massacre" (as i affectionately call it) is entirely one-sided. Guess which side? The side that had me thrown to the grass in such a VIOLENT manner that i could have broken bones or been blinded or something equally terrible.

I shall sit in the way i please! Who is to say which was is correct! BOX! Help! I'm in a box!

Does anything exist, really? Especially sentences and ideas. Ideas DEFINITELY do not exist.

The animated Robin Hood is sweet! Next all nighter... oh wait.

I'm excited to come back to Gull Lake for Labor Day!

See you so soon you wont even know that i left in the first place. You probably just thought i was in the video room this entire time.

[anonymous]

Give me a break... your account of the Golf Cart Passenger Negligence is completely askew- it is patently obvious that your rendition, which sounds more like the quality of a fairy-tale, doesn't quite square with the facts, and i quote: "The side that had me thrown to the grass in such a VIOLENT manner..." Such a ridiculous misrepresentation shows an appalling disregard for the dignity of your readers. You were violently thrown onto the sidewalk, not the grass. Please speak trurthfully from now on...it is preferable that you do not let the trauma of your gross negligence cloud your memory. With that, i bid you farewell.

PS- we shoudl totally pull an all-nighter for old-time's sake...

[_the_red_shoes_]

If the story of my golf cart trauma (one which, i might add, has inevitably led to years of therapy) is clouded at all, it is only due to the concussion i suffered as a result. The concussion is so severe i still sometimes forget my name or where i am, instead taking on the identity of the late russian princess Anastacia. Things get a little messy, as I'm sure you can understand.

What do i ask in return for years of confusion and expensive psycho-analysis? A mere bunch of daisies. However, i guess that is just too large a price to pay.

But dont worry, i'm not upset....not at all.

*Girlish Cold Shoulder Begins...NOW*