Well, ofcourse a massive hurricane would come when I come to visit Houston, TX. I'm visiting my friend Aria, and all of a sudden... pure panic. Alright, not pure panic. Really, we aren't near the evacuation areas. Or I guess we are near them, we just aren't one of them. It's sort of exciting buying supplies and listening to all the paranoid news casters. If you can believe it, I found PINK duct tape for the windows. We're going to have the most stylish windows in Houston!
So pretty much other than the potential drowning I'm about to encounter, everything's pretty boring. Houston is nice, except for the pockets of air that smell like poop. And I'm counting the amount of honks I get while walking down the street. I'm on 9 now. And no, it's not because of my ridiculously hot bod. It's just because all the men here are horny pervs. Dude, even in my friend's apt it smells like butt! Although I may have farted and just didn't notice. But I'm pretty sure I would've remembered cause that's just foul!
Well, it was nice knowing you, just incase the end really is near.
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be safe! call me! and post a pic of your hot pink windows! yeah! :) love you!
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