seamen!

My god, this is becoming like Dear Diary. Is this the time to tell you that I just got my period (in my white Jordaches no less) and how embarrassing it was to have lettuce stuck in my braces after lunch period C? So if you've been following my blog, which obviously you have (being that the "you" is really just "me" reading my own blog), you'll know that I somehow ended up on a large sailing vessel a few weeks ago. And that the captain of this vessel got my phone number from my friend. So said Captain called, and we went out on what I'd like to call a little awkward amigoingtohavesexwiththispersonandendupinsomerandomapartment,unabletofindmyunderpants (theanswerwasnointhiscase) encounter, also known as a "date". The Captain was uber-nice, and so was the sea bass. Although it's not like I've ever met an unagreeable sea bass. But he just didn't really reel me in, and I didn't want him to put motion in my ocean. And he's prolly docked in a coupla ports...IF you know what I mean. But he was a sexy little merman, and it was a whale of time. Largely due to the fact that the night ended with a 600-lb. alpha male sea lion named Bobo chasing us down a dock. STG.

Umm what's the difference between a tuna fish and a piano? You...can't...tune...a...fish.