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Thursday August 12, 2002 - 8:03 p.m. There is one seriously messed up party going on down at the pool right now. Lucky, lucky me that I pay extra to have a "pool view." At this moment, there are an indefinite number of people swaying uncertainly in that I-drive-a-pseudo-luxury-vehicle-and-I-am-being-hip sort of way to Play That Funky Music. Lord. In addition, they are (apparently) also being entertained by one of their own, clad in a Hawaiian Shirt and jams, singing small snatches here and there into a microphone. Badly. Why? Because he can, I suppose. The humanity. Not much view involved in this "pool view," although once I did get to witness this one chick - who had browned her skin to the degree that it was actually crying out for mercy - cram her bikini bottom up into her ass, the purpose of which, I am assuming, to be to tan a greater area of skin. Now that, babies, made the extra $65 a month worth it. I'm telling you what.
-Mlle R
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