Currently I am somewhere in the middle of California's central valley with at least four hours of driving ahead of me.
I had a wonderful weekend involving Missile Silo, beautiful picturesque beaches, delicious Puerto Rican food, and who can leave out Alcatraz!
I partied it up last night in North California. I went to the bar with my friend Alex and her friend. All of these creepers were hitting on her, and it was making me her feel quite uncomfortable. What would any nice man do at a bar with his friend in that situation? Pretend to date her of course. A creepy man came over and started hitting on her, so I marched on over and put me arm around her. The man excused himself because men fear me. Bee's fear me too.
Then Alex got sick and her friend went to jail. No joke. I am a bad influence.
Totally Unrelated Picture's of the Day
The cutest dog ever.
A box of rain. Because boxsofrain is a total goddess. Or maybe she just hacked into this journal and wrote this post? ;)