i learned so much about ireland in my search for peterrr…like an irish kiss is a drinkthat i have a tolerance for,,,maybe not on the tolerences? i dunno but it tastesssssss like candy.
okay so i found that my favrite hobby while vistintg ireland is drinking. its about all theres is for me to do here., i didnt like the sdhopping here in cork (hehe they put cork in like…alcohol bottles to stop it from coming out,,,,and im in cork and im like…stuck in the alcohol?)
where was i? the guys here arent ha;lf bad in the end…the accents are growing on me…but they ar no peter. i like italians they are pretty sexy ya know?
my dad is not happy with me right now and wants to send someonme to check up on me but he really means bring me home aka do the olllll bag n tag thing maybe without the tag part.
i havent been this wasted since my bestesst friend crystal and i went to the village and made guys buy us drinks and then when onegotall touchy feely i left him a pile of ashess by a dumpster. ahhh funtimes. course if peter got mee drunk and wanted to feel me up i wouldntdeny him, you know for work reasons id lure him in and…
anyway! i could be in cabo right now…but i cannt rest until i find peter. daddy is not goig to rest until im not drunk and under his supevision watching teletubbies or soemthing drinking chocolate milk.
some guy named PETER just walked in the bar. he’s no petrelli…but he’ll do. might as well havee some fun before im back on a forty sevenhour flight right?
LOADS of fun…he just called me ma’am. suddenly…ive got a wicked craving for smores…teeheeee.