vanilla ice ice baby lyric came to me. omg we are in the song now. ha. goof.
changed rooms. you always look rich when you exchange your canuck bucks. all those singles adding up like so haha i snuck in a canadian bill didn’t notice til i hit publish. today was a shopping day, no sun, it’s raining now, still balmy and hot and sticky. it’s off season, which to a canadian sounds stupid cos it’s “too hot” out. we do not take heat for granted.
i picked some shells but not too many cos i’m not a nerd.
this dude is making a beer pong table. that’s his lazy son in the background, whom said he dug the table yesterday. they were dry. we’ve met a lot of dry personality-free people. so far we like ernesto the best.
my bikini top might have something to do with it though.
she loved my outfit. obviously. one little girl (5 years oldish) in this surf shop saw me coming and went WOOOOOAH. i love when little kids think you’re a movie star cos you look like you jumped out of a fluorescent rainbow of disneyland punk rock. i just influenced that little girl’s entire future wardrobe as she photographed me with her mind. she’ll draw a picture later on after her nap.
i wanted to get these hot pink princess bottoms but i think everyone would make fun of me. this princess shit i do as a joke, and somewhat seriously i dunno, i waffle. perhaps i will be broken down before i leave and get some ridiculous snooki shorts. co-dependent relationship shorts.
kind of totally wanted to buy it. waste of money. these places gouge you.
i like how i only figured out to stuff my straps in on a sunless day.
competing retarded drinks on the strip.
and more retarded shit you wouldn’t even buy at home yet on vacation, yes please?
i might wear my vintage one piece suit with the red white and blue v neck straps on the fourth of july. it’s wool though. we’ll see. for canada day we’ll have to dress like beavers or something to represent.
my fakebans bit the dust.
tubeflops are a hit and weirding everyone out. the euro chick blonds are the ones who ask where i got them. THE INTERNET IS HOW is what i say.
these chicks are not a fan of the mystery camera. of course mom didn’t bring her camera cord either.
the storm seemed like it would blow over and it did. but now it’s raining.
i am having a shower asap. this chick has two kids. she must bench press them.
i am getting skinnier.
getting tax off this was pulling teeth. i would have gotten the bottoms but the guy was a jerk so we pulled down all the bikini tops on the mannequins, which are stacked replete with nipples, grotesque. haha.
big jugs for the chicks with fake tits?
i am paranoid of getting into trubs like what’s he gonna do?
dropped mom off here for a couple hours.
looking at all the shitty fashions and weird beach stuff made me appreciate my own style more and all the stuff i overpacked. i do not need to buy any more crap. baby what do you want me to bring you home?
as if your ice cream would come out looking like that.
maybe i’ll go for a run in the rain? we might go to hard rock tonight. should i ride a mechanical bull? duh. ok i guess i’ll get drunk now and stare at the pool. no more soy milk in my starbucks coffees, soy milk tastes funny in america. undrinkable.