Nobody fucking goes to the beach. It's all a big fucking joke. I was so amused last weekend when my cousin came down to visit; we were playing frisbee on the beach, about a mile down from a university organized yoga class (or rather some bizarre yoga alternative with giant dums [sic]). It was a GLORIOUS day. IV beach is probably about two miles, and one can see most of it from just about anywhere, and there's NO ONE else out. Not a soul but us and the freaky drum playing class, that are out for credit. I comment on this several times, and explain to him how fucked it is that nobody comes to the beach here. I don't know whether it's overexposure, or what . . . but it's crazy. So finally, a few guys come walking down the beach, and I soften my viewpoint a bit. Until they ask, "Ummm . . . we're from the east coast; do you guys know where the college kids go to hang out on the beach?" And I laugh and laugh and laugh. Ah, the times we had.
Fuck. I can feel my tonsils swelling, and my cousin apparently has tonsillitis. Coincidence? My sore throat popped up in my dream in the funniest way, but I think I won't post it for modesty. People actually read this shit now. Damn.
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the guys: philogynist jaime tony - the gals:raymi raspil
