9.8.04

My cat died.

Emma, 8:57 PM

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   9.7.04

Oof.  Sarah and I took turns on a jet ski with an Italian boy about three days ago and we're still totally fucked.  So we made friends with Eman, Davide, and Fabio, it's very difficult to communicate with them, but iz k.  Then, I was fiening for some highness so badly that I allowed a nasty man named Rosario to smoke me up with some Moroccan hash and I was actually shocked when he hit on me, at which point I told him to go fuck himself.  Then he left, and I threw up in the ocean.

Only four days left until I return to life.  I'm pretty excited.  Don't ask me why my parents made plans for us to be in an airplane on September 11th, because I really don't know. 

I don't want to go back to school.

Emma, 11:19 AM

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   8.29.04

boys boys boysssssssssssssss

all i want is some ass before i go. all the boys are men, or really fucking bangin' and have girlfriends and so you see im fucked... only not.

please God, send me a boy that i can make hot sweet lovin too.

Sarah, 3:00 PM (NY time)

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Rome was amazing. But then we left.

After coming to Sardinia and spending the first hour or so in this shithole, I honest to God cried.  This place is a fucking dump.  Let me elaborate.  No air conditioning, my mom had to pry a TV out of these fuckheads, a shower that can go fuck itself, shitty beaches, and I wanna kill myself.  Sarah and made ourselves a little voodoo charm out of a cheap candle we bought to mask the smell of badness and hopefully it's emitting spiritual waves that'll land us in a five star hotel before too long.  My Mom's been bitching at me for calling this place a piece of shit, which it is, because apparently, my Dad is not making money and we're poor now.  I could then question the wisdom of blindly putting down $4000 without knowing anything about where we're staying when we can't afford it, but then I'm a brat.  Fuck those bitches.  We're taking a taxi into a random city,  (if one exists,) to try to find people.  It's mad easy to sneak out.  Peace.

Emma, 8:54 PM

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   8.26.04

Too much shit is happening before we leave.  I really can't wait to be on a beach.  That's gonna be so beautiful.  We'll be back con molte fotografie.  Ciao, bella.

Emma, 5:36 AM