bear with me. for point two seconds, i just need to pretend that i am in miami getting ready to get on that large barge. adrien granier has just almost ran into me leaving my hotel. (i was too stunned by those curls and eyebrows to ask for a picture. he was with an entourage. i think he was headed to south beach, i was headed to bed.) it is eighty five degrees and i am excited.
a week later...
i have a tan.
i am addicted to the flowrider.
i have been invited to come visit ireland.
and we are still a' float.
four months later...
i do not have a tan.
i miss the flowrider.
i'm still going to ireland.
and i am not a' float.
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