I Don't eat fish. Why not? Fish piss in the sea. So do children. I Don't eat children either.

I love bobby pins, I really do. I own so many in a gajillion different colours and I would like to own more. They're the single most useful thing I own, apart from Money, Vaseline aaaaandd uh, my brain. They're good for picking locks, scratching things and pining hair(No shit, sherlock) Sara keeps a bobby pin in her coin compartment, which she happened to name "Saviour of the Broken" which is the most hilarious/bizarre named for an object of any kind if you ask me(Saviour of the Broken's magic power is that it makes her booootiful.) Mine are all just named Bobby, oh the imaaagintaatioon!

Today was the long-awaited, 'We are going to the beach to roast our skin till we look like Brazilian models' day. (We were overenthusiastic and now have burnt backs. I also have the most bizarre-looking chest tan line, oh well.)

So as usual, though the day was planned for a party of five, it somehow ended up being two. (Van, I hope you are feeling better, don't die on me) It was a fantastic day though, we frolicked(for lack of a better word) about the beach, drank warm Dr Pepper and ate liberal amounts of sand. No not really.

Anyway, the day would have been perfect if we didn't meet with such a copious amount of perverts and wankers, who quoting the guy behind me "come to the beach just to see porn", I hope you all fall off a cliff into a jagged ravine and get eaten alive by vultures and rats.

It's true, I've got skinned knees and a sunny disposition

Sara Sara Banana