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Hot Pants Can Kill
...written on 2004-07-10, @ 5:10 p.m.
My jean shorts were hanging on the clothes line drying and then it started raining. I quickly ran and got them. I threw them into the dryer because I am wearing them out to dinner tonight. I just took them out and tried to put them on. They give the phrase "hot seat" (you know from Who Wants to be a Millionare) a whole new meaning. Well I think my upper thighs now have second degree burns. Gotta love the metal buttons on blue jeans. Not.
Today Amanda (my neighbor who comes down on weekends from St. Louis) and I went swimming and some other stuff. It was too hott to do much more than swim. I got some sun. yay.
Last night I went swimming at the late night swim thing with Brooke. Barry and Dustin H. were there. Big Fun...right.
I did get to win a free soda by being on a good team in water-volleyball. When I went to get my free soda, the hott life gaurd asked me what I wanted and I said "What is caffiene free?" and he said "nothing" he looked a little surprised and not sure what to do. I said "well then I will take a...". He said "oh well hold on. I will get you a gatorade if you pay 25 cents." Me:"oh ok sure" Him: "What flavor?" Me: "Anything but grape." This causes a sigh from Brooke who is annoyed that I am so picky. I am not picky, I just no what I want. Then why am I so indecisive? Should I wear my hair up or down tonight?? decisions decisions.
Does anyone even read the shit I write anymore *looks around and finds herself in an empty room*.