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At the beach, but it is so depressingly mucky that it's nothing to be jealous over. We cut our stay short and everything. 
I'm on the iPod as usual. Well, usual for when we go on vacation because the parents love to usurp my laptop. I'm being just as online-gay as usual, even though I have Mom, Dad, Grandma (maternal), and Grandpa (paternal) looking over my shoulder all the time.
Oh yeah, speaking of my paternal grandfather. Holy hell in Hawaii! He loves looking at those beach chicks! "Hey Chris, I just saw two girls in bikinis down there. Skimpy, too! They're about your age with the tightest little tooshes--" "Grandpa!" fffff. What do I do? (FYI: his wife died almost four years ago) Whatever. I feel like a conspirist sometimes. Like they all know I'm gay and are having fun torturing me. Dx<end. | | |
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