disowned beach darling

it only took me an almost missed flight from albuquerque and a layover in cincinnati to get here. i'm in kitty hawk, north carolina. or as they say here, down south or carolina. what can i say? it's the shore and i'm home.
beach break! we got out to eat fried oysters and catfish at darrell's.
the tourist taking a photo in a fish restaurant pose. sexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxy.
fisherman's wharf ........ in ......... wanchese!!!!! pronounced like "juan-cheese"
dun dun dun da da da da da dun dun dun dun dun dun da da da daaaaa! JOHN PHILIP SOUSA! IT'S YOUR DAY!
aaaaaaand we're back. now get back to the beeeeeeeeeach, baby.
this amount of me pics is ridiculous but yea yea i already know i've got a gigantic ego. bigger than a horse penis.
my bathing suit is so fucking small but really i had no choice. i left all my good bathing suits at jt's house at the last pool party and had to hunt for a reasonable kini in 80% off land near the piggly wiggly. fuckery.
tomorrow we're going deep sea fishing early early early so i've got to get some sleep and practice my y'alls and yessir's. then guess what?! THE SCARY TALL TALL TALL SAND DUNES! we're going to cartwheel down twelve story tall sand dunes. but first i'm sleeping in between seashell linens.