Seahorse in South America

im up late drinking again. you can take the the girl off the cruise ship but you cant take the cruise ship outta the girl.

that boat was not my finest hour. think of floating veal. all you do is eat and not move and get your muscles massaged so they are nice and tender. everything on that boat should have been forced to eat their second dessert in front of a mirror in a bathing suit. it seems only fair since i had to look at them in it that should see what i see. at least once.

i ran 12 miles everyday and then ate something covered in drawn butter. its a fucked up cycle. and I’m happy its over. but i did love the fluffy robs and wine with dinner everynight. I’m miss my momma already. that a good three weeks,

the highlight might have came the last night. i did something horrible. you know about these young republicans from new jersey? well i had never met one. until this cruise. his boy´s name was garrett we called him g bag. if he asked to see my tits one more time i would have killed him. but instead we just drew all over his face when he fell asleep at the bar. i laughed till cried.

i have to get up to speed on this thing again. Ive been having alot of what am i doing with my life moments. i have no job. no money. and no agenda. i do whatever the fuck i want all day long. i don’t know if i am ever going to fit back into the real world.

goodbye for now Chile. I’m heading back to Argentina so i can eat steak. Ive been living off pizza and muffin grease since my mother left. I’m not sure if i know how to feed myself anymore. and its so much work. back to the skinny times again. i want to curl up in a special someones bed and watch the house plants grow and not leave for days.

Pablo Neruda is owning my soul. I recommend him if you want to fall in love with an idea of love. my heart feels like it might explode. “the hardest thing in the world to do is find someone who belives in you.”  im not trying to get deep on you im just trying to ramble. i miss my wife.

woosh.

i have been deemed the princess of California and all the midgets of the world are at my whim. drank whiskey with a tom cruise look a like. and I’m working on how to speak Norwegian. 

all i do is play drinking games and eat lobster. its a hard day at the office trying on rabbit fur hats and stealing perfume from the gift shop. i promise to tell you all about my adventures on the high seas when i don’t have to pay .75 cents a minute for the Internet.  

There will be pictures of human pyramids, giant asses, Patagonia and my new favorite place, the Falken Islands.

Ive eaten snails, lamb, crab, and steak all in the same meal. god bless little floating America.