Culver City, Good morning. Venice Beach, whats good?
Woke up. The guys had to go to Mathias to help him move in to the new apartment, so me and Emma went to Ralphi'es (where they only employ gay people, isaak should holla) & bought some breakfast. I already had my usual rebull & dounts but some cereals and cheese wouldnt be wrong. Lovley day for the beach, So we hit road to the Weed Beach.
Venice so crazy & harmonic. The sun was shining and the ballers was ballin. Allt är i sin order.
We meet Pablo there, he keept insisting That Emma should bring out her old ball-skillz to the court and show a good game. But miss thang hade bara lilla kläningen på sig. Nästa gång då ska hon allt visa dem minsan..
Pablo keept tryin to recruit some new team players to the game, but the team players should instead recruit someone new to replace pablos sorry ass. Pablo, if you only once could touch the ball..and um.. once you do, pass it illa kvickt to another teamplayer.
Men Eloge ska han ha. Väldigt aktuella vänner hade han iallafall.
Makes me wanna re-consider my short stay here in Los angeles.
Inga kommentarer:
Skicka en kommentar