If you don’t know by now there was a hurricane named Irene. She came up from the south and took America by storm (get it?). Like most girls I know she cared very little about my plans and what I wanted to do but I was still looking forward to meeting her. I prepared mentally, got supplies, shaved, had a couple drinks to loosen up and most of all told my mom about her. Like the fool that I am I thought she would be fun to hang out with. Maybe we could share a few crazy moments together. Little did I know she ran me out of town. She quietly came over and spilt water all over my room. She even stole my hat as I tried to walk to a 7/11. She really didn’t even excite me much. Kind of a dead fish. The hype about her got me amped up but in person she was just kind of a drag. Set me back like most of the girls I have dated. Ill always remember her though. She may have not been everything I expected or wanted but Ill always remember her . . . for she was my first.

I have moved on now, her name is Katia and she’s coming over next week.

Here is Irenes mood. She was kinda cranky.

She looked good from a far.

All in all she really "blew"