...sippin' on gin and juice...
today was a wonderfully spent day. n8 and i woke up naked in the bed together around 9:45 am (and by "naked", i mean "fully clothed") and got an early start on our day. i drank a sprite for b-fast, and had one of those really scary burps where all the CO2 is being burped out all and it aggravates your nasal passage and makes you tear a bit. we went to some shitty ass grocery store called "Haley's" or "Sarey's" or something like that, where we bought some lube, water, sandwiches, voodoo dolls, gatorade, and potato chips. the sandwich i ate was disgusting, so i trashed it and just "Nouriche-d" myself with Yoplait's strawberry/banana Nouriche just so i could get some Nouriche-ment for the day.
we were off like a prom dress to Santa fe. as we are driving north (or south...i don't really know), i am in awe of how plain new mexico is. while the mountain scapes are kinda pretty but not really...it is one boring fucking place. it makes me thankful for nashville. anywho, we made it to Ski Santa Fe in a good hour and a half, and the drive up the mountain was gorgeous. the ski lodge wasn't crowded at all, so we got a lot of good runs...better than having "the runs"...until N8 hurt his poor baby-doll knee, and we stopped skiing. it was all good though, i was exhuasted anyway. i took one run by myself (after n8 decided to sit out) and did my own little adventure path, which was nice...i was very "independant (wo)man! throw your hands back at me!"
the best part of the ski-escapade was trying this little path marked as a blue diamond, known as "Thunderbird," because thunderbird was, in fact, A FUCKING BLACK-DIAMON-WANNABE. IT WAS ALL MOGULS AND FUCKING SCARY STEEP SHIT. i, of course, could handle it slowly...like being fisted...but i could handle it. N8 had to take it SUPERBLY slow, since he was on a snowboard and has defunct knees, so i'd like to say that about 5 hours of our 4 hour trip was spend on that hill.
after skiing, we looked around Santa Fe...it's very Native American adobe architecture...the city square with all the fun querky shops and art galleries and old churches were really really pretty...and we are going back later (WHEN WE HAVE A CAMERA) to take pictures and tour around and shit. it was stupid of us not to bring a camera...so i wanted to come back so i could document Santa Fe, and prove to people that i actually went for my ego's sake. (all the native american stuff made me hate america...the reservations...casinos...and memorials of drunken-driving deaths makes me hate the imperialistic white man. you took their land, you bastards...and ruined their lives. CHEROKEE PEOPLE....CHEROKEE PRIDE...SO PROUD TO LIVE...SO PROUD TO DIE!!"
...after Santa Fe, we returned our skis from the rental shop, which was about a 45 minute detour, but it was good because my total for renting skis and boots for 2 days was only 19 dollars. TAKE THAT!!! and because it was around 6 when we were leaving the ski place (and, ergo, bad traffic), Kate Spade recommended that we just eat somewhere around the area...so we ate at this place called "Flying Star" where i had this amazing "ABC Avacado Bacon Cum/Cheddar" burger that i literally inhaled like a line of coke. *sigh of relief* and i still have a slice of peach and raspberry pie waiting for me to eat it out.
we rented "Winged Migration", too, on the way back...in addition to the "Lizzy McGuire Movie" (yes. i did just type that. it was his idea, i swear). i popped in Winged Migration after my shower, and fell asleep...it's this amazing documentation of birds migratings...sounds dumb, i know, but the footage is much better than any money shot i have ever seen...i recommend it. i plan on finishing the rest of the movie in a bit.
i realized today that i have reached this level of transcendental prurience (if you don't know what it is, look it up). because i have been so depraved this 18 years, particular foods and objects have become these sexual vassals through which my prurience is expressed. here are some examples: avacados, britney's toxic, blood oranges, certain potato chips, really good grilled cheese...anyway, random, i know...
i should best be off...there is a naked orgy waiting for my arrival...
we were off like a prom dress to Santa fe. as we are driving north (or south...i don't really know), i am in awe of how plain new mexico is. while the mountain scapes are kinda pretty but not really...it is one boring fucking place. it makes me thankful for nashville. anywho, we made it to Ski Santa Fe in a good hour and a half, and the drive up the mountain was gorgeous. the ski lodge wasn't crowded at all, so we got a lot of good runs...better than having "the runs"...until N8 hurt his poor baby-doll knee, and we stopped skiing. it was all good though, i was exhuasted anyway. i took one run by myself (after n8 decided to sit out) and did my own little adventure path, which was nice...i was very "independant (wo)man! throw your hands back at me!"
the best part of the ski-escapade was trying this little path marked as a blue diamond, known as "Thunderbird," because thunderbird was, in fact, A FUCKING BLACK-DIAMON-WANNABE. IT WAS ALL MOGULS AND FUCKING SCARY STEEP SHIT. i, of course, could handle it slowly...like being fisted...but i could handle it. N8 had to take it SUPERBLY slow, since he was on a snowboard and has defunct knees, so i'd like to say that about 5 hours of our 4 hour trip was spend on that hill.
after skiing, we looked around Santa Fe...it's very Native American adobe architecture...the city square with all the fun querky shops and art galleries and old churches were really really pretty...and we are going back later (WHEN WE HAVE A CAMERA) to take pictures and tour around and shit. it was stupid of us not to bring a camera...so i wanted to come back so i could document Santa Fe, and prove to people that i actually went for my ego's sake. (all the native american stuff made me hate america...the reservations...casinos...and memorials of drunken-driving deaths makes me hate the imperialistic white man. you took their land, you bastards...and ruined their lives. CHEROKEE PEOPLE....CHEROKEE PRIDE...SO PROUD TO LIVE...SO PROUD TO DIE!!"
...after Santa Fe, we returned our skis from the rental shop, which was about a 45 minute detour, but it was good because my total for renting skis and boots for 2 days was only 19 dollars. TAKE THAT!!! and because it was around 6 when we were leaving the ski place (and, ergo, bad traffic), Kate Spade recommended that we just eat somewhere around the area...so we ate at this place called "Flying Star" where i had this amazing "ABC Avacado Bacon Cum/Cheddar" burger that i literally inhaled like a line of coke. *sigh of relief* and i still have a slice of peach and raspberry pie waiting for me to eat it out.
we rented "Winged Migration", too, on the way back...in addition to the "Lizzy McGuire Movie" (yes. i did just type that. it was his idea, i swear). i popped in Winged Migration after my shower, and fell asleep...it's this amazing documentation of birds migratings...sounds dumb, i know, but the footage is much better than any money shot i have ever seen...i recommend it. i plan on finishing the rest of the movie in a bit.
i realized today that i have reached this level of transcendental prurience (if you don't know what it is, look it up). because i have been so depraved this 18 years, particular foods and objects have become these sexual vassals through which my prurience is expressed. here are some examples: avacados, britney's toxic, blood oranges, certain potato chips, really good grilled cheese...anyway, random, i know...
i should best be off...there is a naked orgy waiting for my arrival...
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