Hello world!

July 31st

Mark drove the Maxima out here, all the way from BA to D-town. He cruised in up on 8 mile all like Hey yo, Em! wassup?#$%! My sister told him that’s the way he should take; personally, I was worried he wouldn’t make it here. We’ve been having a grand ol’ time, burning cat candles and making ‘all natural’ s’mores. getting coffee with the Caribou. We went out to eat at the high schooler’s hottest hangout National Coney Island and our waitress (who was hot) was named Mercedes, like Mark’s Mercedes back home (ha-ha-ha-hot!!!) We also loved her. When we asked her name, she laughed and said she was the rebel who wouldn’t wear a name tag. I wished I were her. She looked at me all like ‘hey skinny face wassup’ at first, so of course we had to order nachos, a salad, a Hani chicken pita, french fries, and a buffalo burger. Well, maybe we hesitated at first and ordered half of it after the first half arrived, but we still got all this food to prove that we can both pack it away like poo. And then the family near us got all freaked out about sumpin sumpin in one member’s food, complained, stood up and left enough PERFECTLY GOOD food to feed a small ant nation just sitting on the table.