The whale in question being none other than this dreadful, goddamn week in my path to a pristine sand and ocean infested spring break. And of course, I hit myself in the face with the fridge door and look retarded; lets hope that doesn’t hold a bit of symbolism. Not to mention, ironically it being Easter and all, I’ve felt the most distant from my religion. Leave it to the public school system, and my incessant need for sleep on Sundays. This weekend was pretty glorious minus the Max-less aspect. I’ve been inspired by some new faces, resulting in the fact that I am more fond of Canterbury kids than ever. I just need to get through this week, partially alive, and I will be free, free, free! Aside from the people I enjoy, kiss off St. Pete! Hello Dunedin and Clearwater Beach!
Yay, I’m in this one!
Guest appearances rock!