The last day before we left. So we wanted to spend the last day at our loving Venice beach. Little did we know that it was gon be hell to get there,. Usually we take two buses to go there and it takes like 40 mins...like that aint enough?!? well yes, this day, when we jumped off the first bus to take the other one, I notice that I aint got no dollas left. So we have to walk by like 3 stations to finally get to civilisation and an ATM. And of course once we got some money the bus didnt decide to come until like 30 more mins. Next time we go to LA, we gon have a car. NO DOUBT.
We bought the notourious Big daddy pizza slice, went by the basketball players and walked down to the beach. After a couple hours Isaak and Olov came and picked us up. And best believe, like ALWAYS when Isaak is pickin us up it ends with us all fighting. Cuz we never agree on a right place to meet up. Go to this street, Noooo that street, Where are you guys?, Why is it takin so long, Just go there, Hurry up. We went and got Pavans Id, for Olov to go and fix Wasimas fake id...Since we aaaaaall know what happened last night..Mhmm... Anyways, Olov be lookin like a preppy boy, but he famous for doin everybodys fake Id's. We luvs u Olov.
Like always was Isaak in a hurry so he dropped us off nearby our home.
Later that night, Isaak came and picked me up for our lil date. Aaaw, he was such a cutiepie.
We went to the fancy the Grove, and ate at a dooope italian restaurant. Mmm, the pasta. Mmm we popped that champagne. It was quite romantic actually, who'd guess that we would ever experience anything romantic together..?
We got our lef overs in doggybags and headed to the beach. Funny thing that fenomenon Doggybag. We've discussed that several times. In the US it's noo shame to take your left overs with u, not even in the fanciest restaurant. It's like an obligation. In Sweden, u'd neeeeeeeever take your food with u (lord knows I've wanted to lots of times). Never never, they'd look at u like u was a bum. Yes, swedes, u all know what Im talking about.
Anyways, we bought a cheap ass champagne from Ralphies and just chilled at the beach nighttime. My feet chilled the most tho, gettin out of them shoes who done fucked up my toes. They looked slaughtered.
Went home and fell asleep right away. Pheew this week has been crazy. Partying 7 days straight. What I gotta say...
"To live and die in LA, it's the place to be, you got to be there to know it"
We bought the notourious Big daddy pizza slice, went by the basketball players and walked down to the beach. After a couple hours Isaak and Olov came and picked us up. And best believe, like ALWAYS when Isaak is pickin us up it ends with us all fighting. Cuz we never agree on a right place to meet up. Go to this street, Noooo that street, Where are you guys?, Why is it takin so long, Just go there, Hurry up. We went and got Pavans Id, for Olov to go and fix Wasimas fake id...Since we aaaaaall know what happened last night..Mhmm... Anyways, Olov be lookin like a preppy boy, but he famous for doin everybodys fake Id's. We luvs u Olov.
Like always was Isaak in a hurry so he dropped us off nearby our home.
Later that night, Isaak came and picked me up for our lil date. Aaaw, he was such a cutiepie.
We went to the fancy the Grove, and ate at a dooope italian restaurant. Mmm, the pasta. Mmm we popped that champagne. It was quite romantic actually, who'd guess that we would ever experience anything romantic together..?
We got our lef overs in doggybags and headed to the beach. Funny thing that fenomenon Doggybag. We've discussed that several times. In the US it's noo shame to take your left overs with u, not even in the fanciest restaurant. It's like an obligation. In Sweden, u'd neeeeeeeever take your food with u (lord knows I've wanted to lots of times). Never never, they'd look at u like u was a bum. Yes, swedes, u all know what Im talking about.
Anyways, we bought a cheap ass champagne from Ralphies and just chilled at the beach nighttime. My feet chilled the most tho, gettin out of them shoes who done fucked up my toes. They looked slaughtered.
Went home and fell asleep right away. Pheew this week has been crazy. Partying 7 days straight. What I gotta say...
"To live and die in LA, it's the place to be, you got to be there to know it"
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