By Way of the Green Line Bus: Pilf

I might have pink eye. Or a stye in my eye because it feels swollen, bruised and like someone threw a pen at my face and the ball of the pen popped out and landed in the outer corner of my eye. My gmail is being a bitch and not giving me my pictures. Or my blackberry is in a fight with my gmail and refuses to send or deliver my pictures from my semi-adventurous day.

I woke up to dogs under my sheets and one of them fell off my bed. I concluded by laughing and going back to sleep. An hour later dandan came to my house so I knew I had to get up. I spent the entire day at the bitch. It was fun but I fell asleep at one point and got a beautiful short tan on my stupid legs and salt water in my recent cuts and gashes from skating. I walked to the pier with my fatherson and saw a seal trying to steal a fisherman's catch. I honestly think I'm crazy or have some illusive brain waves that signal for me to have the feeling of jumping over the railing behind Ruby's instead of firmly grasping the iron railing separating me from the 30ft drop to the green ocean. There has to be something wrong with that.

I got a pretty little tan on my already brown self and a pretty little American Apparel jacket. I was in the area so why not pick another one up? Now I have two and I love them both but possibly one more. I'm saying this in the least gay way possible.

Since my pictures and phone and gmail are being assholes to me, I'll probably post more pictures tomorrow or edit later later tonight. Till then, I only have these. Just kidding, by threatening all of my electronic devices, they finally sent. But not a lot.

Happy penis on my cupcake day