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One Love Will Feed the Fire
Apr. 16th, 2007 05:13 pmThere are certain constants in life. For example, women's bathrooms in strip clubs will always be immaculately clean and fresh-smelling.
You hope that these consistencies will balance out the inconsistencies. So that when you find yourself at 6 am on a Sunday in the 24-hour diner in the Taj Mahal, Atlantic City, eating corned beef hash and poached eggs out of a bowl, you can somehow rationalize that there was a perfectly logical way that you ended up there.
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xoder and shoujo_mallet gave me clean dry clothes and hot cocoa. Yummy!
I'm still feeling totally ragged. Despite waking up initially before 8, I fell back into a deep sleep until nearly 2. I'm not sure what our wild impulsive AC trip signified as a benchmark for Tim's 30th birthday, other than perhaps we are nearly Too Old For This Shit. I've gotta say, though, one of the best stories ever, and definitely one of the most exciting weekends I've had in a long time. I've got a pink chip, a stripper dollar, a Very Ugly Sweatshirt, and not a regret in the world.
I mean, after all, we've got 15 diapers left to use. It just prompts a return trip. hehe.
Atlantic Fucking City -- Wooo!
You hope that these consistencies will balance out the inconsistencies. So that when you find yourself at 6 am on a Sunday in the 24-hour diner in the Taj Mahal, Atlantic City, eating corned beef hash and poached eggs out of a bowl, you can somehow rationalize that there was a perfectly logical way that you ended up there.
( I'm not quite sure either )( FAMILY MEMBERS DON'T READ THIS PART )
xoder and shoujo_mallet gave me clean dry clothes and hot cocoa. Yummy! I'm still feeling totally ragged. Despite waking up initially before 8, I fell back into a deep sleep until nearly 2. I'm not sure what our wild impulsive AC trip signified as a benchmark for Tim's 30th birthday, other than perhaps we are nearly Too Old For This Shit. I've gotta say, though, one of the best stories ever, and definitely one of the most exciting weekends I've had in a long time. I've got a pink chip, a stripper dollar, a Very Ugly Sweatshirt, and not a regret in the world.
I mean, after all, we've got 15 diapers left to use. It just prompts a return trip. hehe.
Atlantic Fucking City -- Wooo!
