Goodbye Guam. It was real and it was fun…
… but it wasn’t REAL FUN.
Tis’ my last night here and I’m just hours away until my plane finally departs from this stank island (thank God). I just got back from my farewell dinner at a Japanese/Korean buffet and you can only imagine what I’m doing right now. Eating a cold piece of pancake from breakfast smothered with sweet, succulent honey, THAT’S WHAT. I don’t really understand why I get hungry just minutes after eating a gargantuan meal. My dad used to say I had worms. That made me sad and usually I’d feel fat and gluttonous, but shit, I’ll definitely need all the energy I can get, come Friday, I shall begin my journey as a gypsy roaming the busy streets of Long Beach all by my lonesome…and we all know I won’t be spending my money on food, but rather INVESTING on quality pair headphones so I won’t have to hear anymore of ya’ll boshit, boshit, BOSHIT! Yee. I’m bouts ta get GHETTO. Anyways, my breasts are tender…which means it’s that fucking time of month. gRr.
