QUICK UPDATE

I HAVE A LOT TO SAY, A LOT TO BRING AND A LOT OF RIDICULOUSNESS TO NEEDLESSLY SHARE. FIRST, IN ALL THIS EXCITEMENT I AM PLUNGED IN, CAPS IS THE ONLY WAY I COULD EFFECTIVELY COMMUNICATE IT. SECOND, ABBREVIATIONS ARE COMING WITH AN ADDED Y AT THE END.

ANYWAY, BEFORE I GO OFF TO WALLY'S (WALGREEN'S) TO PICK UP PICTURES THEY FUCKED UP AND HAD TO REDO... I FORGOT WHAT I WAS GOING TO SAY. DAMN. WELL, I HAVE TONS OF PICTURES TO SHARE BEING THAT IT HAS BEEN OVER A MONTH SINCE I HAVE UPDATED THIS RAMBLE TOOL I CALL A BLOG.

COACHELLA, CAMPING TRIP AND SHIH. TICK TOCK TICK TOCK.

OKAY, SO I JUST REMEMBERED WHAT I WAS GOING TO SHARE.

I JUST GOT BACK FROM THE DERMATOLOGIST. HOW DID I FIND THIS DERMATOLOGIST? BACK IN AUGUST WHEN LOGAN WAS IN TOWN AFTER WE FINISHED BIKING FROM VANCOUVER, CANADA TO HERE IN SAN FRANCISCO, WE WENT OUT ONE NIGHT. NATURALLY, HUNGER TOOK CONTROL AND I WAS ON TO EATING SUPER CARNE ASADA BURRITO #57 AT TAQUERIA CANCUN, BUT BEFORE I COULD ORDER MY BURRITO, I WAS HAVING A CONVERSATION WITH SOME FINE OLDER WOMEN THANG. I HAD ATTRACTED HER DRUNKEN ASS WITH MY FAKE FLOWER I HAD PINNED ONTO MY SWEATER. LOGAN WAS EITHER ON MY RIGHT AND SHE WAS ON MY LEFT OR LOGAN WAS ON MY LEFT AND SHE WAS ON MY RIGHT. LOGAN WHISPERED, "GOOD JOB MAN" THINKING I WAS ON MY NON-EXISTING GAME. I CHUCKLED. LITTLE DID HE KNOW, WE WERE CONVERSING ABOUT MY ACNE AND THAT I SHOULD VISIT THE DERMATOLOGY OFFICE SHE WORKS AT. I ENDED UP GOING TO MY FIRST YOGA CLASS WITH HER 35 YEAR OLD FRIEND I MET THAT NIGHT. CLEARING UP THE SKIN AND GETTING INTO YOGA EXCHANGED FOR A LITTLE SELF-ESTEEM WITH THE BENEFIT OF ADDING SELF-ESTEEM.