I have found the ultimate Spring Break destination - deserted white (and black?) sandy beaches, ranches with real cowboys, shooting clay pigeons and a private beachfront abode - all on an island with no stoplights
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hatred for my suitemates is reaching fever pitch when the other night was awakened at four am to horrible horrible hyena laughs (likely induced by copious amounts of hard liquor) and i was about to embark on a 15 hour workday in two hours. i noticed that my pillow was wet and face streaked and i could have sworn i hadnt left the window open or it
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