things were good when we were young

HI I'M IN VIRGINIA (ew)!!!!!

So far I saw a lot of water, bridges, and tunnels and tons of run-down and/or abandoned houses and filthy trailer homes. I also listened to practically all of my CDs. I figured it out and I was in the car for approximately 12 hours. That's insane. Our hotel has all these gangster thugs everywhere. I heard the fuck word from this one lady like 10 times when she locked her keys in her shitty ass ghetto car. Then my dad saw two gangsters going out BEHIND the hotel...one was wearing a big poofy winter jacket (it's like 80 degrees yo) and the other had on socks. That's mad ghetto yo.

Tonight we went to some shitty restaurant they have everywhere down here called the "Golden Corrall". I hate those places with a passion. It wasn't that bad though. Oooohhhh but then my dad was like "Hey guys did you see that one chef...the really young one?" So I'm all like WHERE WHERE (in my head of course). He then tells us that the guy is French and was speaking in French to the other people and that he was doing all these fancy moves with the knives like a pro (no comments about the knives please). Oh and his name was "Artur" which I guess is the Frenchie equivalent to Arthur, awwwww. So yeah then I was like in love with him and his cut little hat. He was hot (for real). I heard him say "Bon Appetit" as a joke to this one person and it like made my night.

Now I'm in our gangster thug hotel and its gay but I have internet connections and I'm very grateful for that...otherwide I'd be watching interior decorating with my mom. I'm outta here...

Peace, love, and sexy french boy chefs, *J-Gangsta*