In other news, I attended my first pirate festival this weekend in Mediera Beach. It was exciting. Lots of real, authentic pirates. I even brought my dog, Jazz. It was her first vacation and she was the best scurvy dog there. Most of my crew ended up leaving before we could even get to the festival because the Captain fell ill, but they were able to return Sunday night for the VIP party. A pirate festival just isn't the same without your whole crew, ya dig? Anyway, I can't wait until the next one in September.
I'll be moving at the end of this month. It's in town, but it still sucks balls because of the whole packing and unpacking thing. I can't help but be excited because I'll be leaving this house full of memories. Memories I can't take any more of.
On a lighter note, things are looking up and I'm finally feeling clear.
I am in this club
These clubs are dead, and that pisses me off:
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