Thursday

What Happens on the Boat, Stays on the Boat

So last night my boyfriend left the Alaskan shore and will be surrounded by nothingness without signal for four weeks and will be around a crew of dirty sailors with potty mouths who smell bad and he can only talk to me through email and, and, and (breathes) ...and I miss him already. A lot.

How on Earth can the boy do it? No clue. But he does. Oh the stories that he returns with. I'm sure there are many that I am not aware of, seeing as the crew considers their trips along the coast parallel to Vegas, and we all know that what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.

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