So I just got back the other day from Martha’s Vineyard.  I was there for a week, it was pretty nice.  Went to the bars there finally since I’m now officially old enough.  What’s funny is some desperate house wive who was like in her 30’s wanted to do me.  She asked me how old I was and said she had a bet with her friend that i was 24/25.  I told her I was 21 and she was like “OH DEAR THEN I HAVE LOST IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE!”  Wtf! When does being 21 act as the “too young” barrier line?  Her friend comes up to me later and told me that her friend wanted to jump my bones, but thought I may be too young!  PSH!  Anyways the end of the night I got her number, and she told me to call her if I wanted to “play.”  Hahha  she is there for the summer so I’m sure I’ll call to play perhaps later on if I head back there.  Other than that, I hit up the beach, ate shitty, drank mad booze, and just relaxed.  It was good but it’s nice to be home again.

That’s  my story for tonight, I’m way too tired to share the rest!