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5:41PM - Sunday June 27, 2004 I went to the beach today! I'm all beachified. Meaning, I'm all full of sand and I taste like salt and I'm slightly greasy from me SPF 30 sport sunscreen. I feel great! It's only the second time I've been to the beach in the nine years since I moved here--you can't get to the beach without a car here. The water was gorgeous shades of blue and green, and the waves were high, and it was numbingly cold. I was the only one of my friends who went in--Butch and Maeve freaked out when the water touched their feet. Me, I just walked right in and dove into a wave. Of course, the top of my bathing suit promptly fell down, thankfully I was underwater being tumbled by a wave so I could pull my bathing suit back up. Heh. Don't need to give the people on the beach anymore thrill than they already got when I hit the beach. Anyway, the water was awesome, Maeve and I walked along the beach and periodically I would splash into the water then come out to walk some more. She walked further on, I hung out in the ocean and then headed back on my own. Now, why is it that people feel the need to comment negatively on someone else's appearance. I know I have a big ass. I mean, really. I dress it every day. And yes, I have lots of piercings and tattoos and not a lot of hair. I get it--I have a big ass and I;'m kinda freak-looking. I knew someone at the beach would be an asshole, though, and sure enough, three young assholes decide they need to hoot and holler at me as I walk by on my way back to my blanket. I just ignored them and kept going--they're the ones who look like idiots doing it, not me. The thing is, though, what they don't know is that I'm a fucking goddess, with more talent and creativity in my little toe than they could dream about in their little pea brains. Also, my sex life is probably fuller and more exciting than they could ever imagine, and I have men who visit the city just to see me. I rock. I love the ocean. I love where I live. It's the best day ever. Comment right here.
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