Reflections, Day 4, part 2 08/01/2011
Needless to say, 15 stood in my way for like, ever. And then, he had the audacity to look back as he was leaving to see if he had any "cool" left. I'm like, Dude, your pride is on the floor in a puddle. Keep walking.
Dude, this lemonade could double as mustard gas. I don't think my esophagus made it through the first 3 ounces. It could kill a cat.
Dude, Scott, the cook has been working with Eli the past couple days. It's weird, wild, and wacky. Eli has a note that says "make sure you paint around the windows" on his cart. He always forgets. ;D
Oh, there's that LADY!
In other Gatehouse Garble..a grandpa just pushed his grand kids by on a luggage cart. His wife is throwing a fit at the desk.
There is a wedding today, (7-30-11) The guests are staying here. It's pouring down rain too. I feel sorry for the guy on the crutches. :'(
Poor Misty, that lady is irate, and it's no one's fault..
HI. this is me. I'm not really sure who me is, but maybe you can derive that from my posts. Maybe me is just a teenager who can express in a pressure-free blog what others are trying to say. maybe that's me. or maybe, me is indefinable. me is complicated. me is me.