Curses!!

Currently I am on the phone right now with a Marriott employee about to poke my eyes out. I've been trying to find a hotel (last minute of course, however else was I planning to book??). We're off to see the wizard at Sobe aka South Beach to make it to the Winter Music Conference. Half of the majority of New York City is going and I've been dying to go for almost 2 years and finally I get the chance and here I am. On hold. With the marriott people. Nice. I need a vacation. Like seriously. I am in no shape to be in a bikini but I don't give a shit. Thats right. I guess I'm going to perch my sea whaled ass on south beach and toast like a mofo. I'm probably going to get drunk past oblivion and have my designated walker aka Pinkii of dtfradio.com carry my ass back to the hotel if she can make it. If not we're going to live vicariously through the beach like bums. Does that make sense? It does to me and as I'm on the phone she's agreeing to live thru my debauchery. I'm going to go stuff my face with some vegetarian mc donalds. Fuck a bathing suit right now. Even tho I'm going to regret that later on. When I get to the winter music conference expect a ton of pics and video of saira and pinkii fuckery. Ok so usually I post a video and if the situation was like "Weekend at Berneies" where we had a dope place to stay we'd be pretty cheesing right now, minus the dead body. Maybe. hahaha