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Just got home from nantucket!

It was pretty damn bitchin. Loooooots of hott guys there. Hott preppy rich guys of course, but they're still pretty damn hot.

The first week was pretty fun with alison. I'm not gonna write about that cuz a. i'm far too lazy and b. she's pretty much covered it. G-UNIT! (Hey, by the way als, i realized that that's from the song disco inferno! I guess i subconciously picked that up somehow?)

Then the Browns came. That was pretty awesome too. Prolly the most I've ever gotten hit on in a total of 20 minutes. That is by old creepos. Lizzie and I were walking down to Stop and Shop to buy some magazines and vinegar (DO NOT ASK) and seriously. There were like a million old guys honking and whooping and yelling at us. It was gross.

Of course Julia and Rosey managed to pick up 21 one guys in one night which makes that whole incident look pretty, well, sad. But whatever. Rosey threatened that she would make me wear a thong to the beach (apparently there was some bet that if she picked up five guys i would have to do so). I'll leave it to you to guess whether or not I actually did it.

The only ACTUAL contact i really had with hott guys besides the time Lizzie yelled hey to a couple kids and i scared them away by saying "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING LIZZIE" was when my sister and i were in town and these two guys came up to and invited us to some party. Course we didn't go cuz it was prolly gonna be some whorehouse full of alcohol. Plus we were with my mom. But it was wicked awkward cuz this kid just comes up to us and is like "Hi i'm...shit i forgot his name" whatever. lol.

So in conclusion Nantucket is basically the biggest pick up joint ever.

And guess who didn't manage to?


Wow....REALLY long entry. Kutos if you actually read the whole thing.

P.S. is 'Kutos' spelled right? Prolly not...