I met 6 of my 7 uncles for the first time. They all look exactly like my father in varying degrees of difference. It’s like seeing my dad if he weren’t my dad and if he had taken 6 different possible life paths, if that makes any sense. Definitely cool though, I got a lot of good dirt on my dad and how he used to steal oranges and bananas and try and drown his brothers. Oh yes, lots of dirt. I’ve also busted out my horrible Spanish. I’m sure to the people here it sounds like a weed whacker on concrete but they forgive me because I’m an Island Girl by blood. Well, half, at least. In any case, I’m going back to the pool, my iPod, and the weird guy in the cabana who keeps staring at my behind.
It's Billy Freakin Ocean
hammered out on March 5, 2005 at 01:51AM
So, I’m in Puerto Rico. Currently on a break from the pool and imminent sunburn. I’d like to hear a rousing chorus of “Caribbean Queen” in praise of my new, hot swimsuit. Black halter-top tankini cut down to *there* thanks. It makes my rack look awesome. It makes me look like I have a rack. It makes me use the word RACK. This is a good swimsuit.
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