wax my smooth ass, philosophize.
how does one segue from jesus to roller coasters?
i guess one just does.
yesterday was spent at Knott's Berry Farm. I don't know how many pictures i took yesterday, not one came out good. i am not sure if it were the vodka shots or the green weed smoke that did me in. yes, i am a firm believer in 2nd hand smoke. i also lost my voice. which most people that know me would tell you, it's a damn great thing!
speaking of bad pictures, what is up with amusement parks and their pictures? why not just put cameras in the restrooms while we all take shits? because that is always the faces that you see.
clockwise ex-husband #1 (peter), myself, louis their son, and chris, peters husband. not so complicated as it sounds.
i was in heaven yesterday. not only because of the company, who mean the world to me, but also for the rides. i have to say that the Xcelerator kicks some major ass. chris and i rode that together, right after the supreme scream. we could not stop cussing nor laughing.
i am still smiling and laughing. what a great day at the park.