its weird... being home on a saturday. not waking up to daniel snoring and complaining about man funk on his face, or jim nad his woman whispering sweet sappy nothings to eachother. Im not used to not walking the green mile, waving to issac and the other pushers. Squirrel doing bong hits outside her tent to awaken the day... doug mumbling. Waiting in line for 45 minutes for a turkey leg breakfast with powers, then racing through site to beat the turkeys when were out of garb. being sinched. walking around with a 21 inch waist. my neighbors handing me a cape cod for breakfast... being called things like miss and beautiful... getting to be someone other than myself for 8 hours a day....not being lacey from sonora but rose from the carribean... the girl who remembers very little of her past, but has grown up on a ship and as left in the care of leather traders from england to meet her soulmate and find true love... and the food! omg! and oscar the parrot... sean the scotsman.but the nightlife takes the cake... the oberon party rages north cite while djs and firedancers rage at the black and pearl. the fools look sexy as the crow rip offs... i meander with daniel, we both discuss that our significant others should see this fiasco we call faire... and then go dancing around drunkenly. the drunken posse is moving out... onward to create hay henge... it looked amazing... drunken posse away..... more run more jd more everything and i pass out... hten awaken and do it all again one last time
i miss it. i wish i could have shared it wiht more of you... some day... some day..
heres to northern. heres to the crew.
look at how happy powers is... well, jen and I DO have nice boobies... and jess the hottie is to my left. timmy belo w her, reyvenna and tom right of jen, jerry looking lost, hayley and flaco on the far left with a janice in tow.
make kitty purr lmao... i was only at a 23 here, i can drop another 2 inches off of this.
what i work with... bracelets of knowledge, home entertainment system ect.