August 4th, 2006

Don' Wanna

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So, the aunt and uncle, mother, and cousin and girlfriend are supposed to go on the boat today with Chaz and me.

Today and tomorrow, there's a gale warning in the Gulf.

16-footers out there. 6-footers inside the Sound.

Oh freakin' GOODY.

So, y'know, if I'm not around the next few days, it could be because Davy Jones has claimed me as his bride.

Or maybe I'm just emotionally and mentally exhausted from dealing with all the puke.