Okay, I'm home.
Out of sheer curiosity, I just weighed my boobs.
11 pounds. 11 motherfucking pounds strapped to my chest 24/7 held up by mere cloth and wire..jesus fucking christ, how do I live with myself?
So! Life is good. Got my Molly back. Her parents took us out to eat some BBQ at a place called Sam's Grill. Oddly enough, I passed a Sage diner on the way home. The world works in very strange ways.
Sam and Jennie did come and visit. Sam brought me a yellow stuffed bear with scorpio embroidered on the foot. He also glued a wooden heart to a wooden circle, covered it in cotton balls, and decorated it with shiny rocks and a plastic penguin. He gave that to me as well. Not to mention the flowers he left for me at work two weeks ago..
O crap, now somebody's going to mail me motherfucking smallpox. Well, can't say I didn't bring it upon myself.
Sad that our relationship kinda half-totaled me and my dads..but it had to happen. I am not stupid. I know for a fact he's not a slimeball, unlike most of the availible scum in abington. Legal or not, I am not letting him get away. How many guys do you know run away from the beach blanket for 20 minutes to dig a hole in the sand by himself without giving a shit about the weird looks people are giving him? Rolling tobacco stored in a hello kitty tin? Wears a cape? Stops to pick up shiny rocks up in the parking lot? You don't find a guy like that every dynasty. mine. Joe also informed me that he is literally counting the days until we are legal. That is also extremely fucking cute in its own little twisted way..
And I still can't believe my boobs weigh eleven pounds. WHAT THE HELL!
I love molly. And her funkadelic furry chest ^_^.
Why can't your nose be 12 inches long?
Because then it would be a foot.


"When you come to a fork in the road, take it."-Yogi Berra
"My friends phone number is 884-9922 and it always reminded me of a german ballerina getting raped because it's like "nein! nein!" and a tutu.."-Sam
"*Hands mom a wad of cash* Ask your mother what she did last night."-Uncle Nick

In my defense, it was my brother, not I, who had internet withdrawl first and found the only internet cafe on long beach island. I however was the only one pathetic enough to pay 3$ for 15 minutes of access. I feel ashamed. Nor will I do this again.
So! For obvious reasons, this must be short.
This place is effin awesome. I sleep outside, I shower outside, I eat outside. The house is cute, but outside is better. Wonderful. I see stars when I go to sleep, hear sunrise and surf when I wake up. Every night around 10:30ish I run out on the beach. Nobody else is there. The moon is currently waxing. Stars. Ocean all lit up. I wear either dress or skirt, let my hair down, run down the deserted beach, wave my arms, dance like a lunatic. Heyy stargirl! (Stargirl, by Jerry Spinelli, if you haven't read it you don't truly know who I am). But damn..its wonderful. Nobody sees you on that beach. You could have so much sex on that beach. Where is my little Montague felony when I need him?
I called him. He told me to look at the stars for him. I have.
They might be coming up to visit! They being Joe, Jennie, Montague, possibly assorted others.
lovely, lovely, lovely..
My psychological turmoil has silenced. Water is my element after all, and the moon aye how she waxes..wax on, wax off grasshopper, I'm still training for red belt out here as well.
I miss people. But at the same time, when I'm quite literally crooning at the moon (you can sing as loud as you want next to this ocean at night, the acoustics are gorgeous) I don't really quite care about much at all. I'm a child! However..miss my montague. I know he'd like to be running right along with me.
Dance Dance Revolution EXTREME! TWO MACHINES DOWN HERE! FREAKING DESERTED! PEOPLE THINK I'M GOOD!
I'm alive..also writing a graphic novel. Bye Ryan, bye Marley, bye Angie-la, by Anastasia, enjoy your mexico.
I love you melissa. I'm coming back for you with a shell maybe. I think I understand you a bit more now that I've managed to drag myself into a romantic thingie..
Night kids. Gotta make my three dollars worthwhile.
Viva la longbeach island!

"I could sit here all day if I didn't get up."-Groucho Marx