no top on, you literally threw money at me and then ran, and that kind of sums you up altogether, doesn’t it?
Saturday 8th March 11.14pm
—Private Residence, Honolulu, Oahu—
“I have never said anything hurtful to you. Ever.” Now we’re even. Cut it out.
Saturday 8th March 11.15pm
—Private Residence, Honolulu, Oahu—
You didn’t notice how much more interested Lachie was after he’d been to the fcken cruise ship you live on? Must be true love.
Saturday 8th March 11.16pm
—Private Residence, Honolulu, Oahu—
Stop it. Apologize now and I’ll chalk it up to the beer. I don’t think I can be friends with you after this otherwise.
Saturday 8th March 11.19pm
—Private Residence, Honolulu, Oahu—
No skin off my nose, babe.
Saturday 8th March 11.22pm
—Private Residence, Honolulu, Oahu—
Don’t EVER call me that again! It’s belittling and trashy. And since I’m on the subject, so is “dibs.” It implies ownership over someone who has no say in the matter. Seriously, you’re freaking me out, Kody. You’re passing the point of no return with me. Think about what you’re doing and saying here. Is this what you really want?
Saturday 8th March 11.28pm
—Private Residence, Honolulu, Oahu—
Who called dibs, Amelia? It wasn’t me, it was your mate.
Saturday 8th March 11.29pm
—Private Residence, Honolulu, Oahu—
My mistake. It’s ‘Millsy’ now, isn’t it? He gets to name you too. Like a pooch.
Saturday 8th March 11.37pm
—Private Residence, Honolulu, Oahu—
Last time I checked, Fifi is what you’d name a poodle.
You think you know me but you don’t know shit. You’re a hypocrite and a dick. A drunk dick. You’ve been up to the keg six times in the last hour at least. Seriously, there’s an AA support group somewhere on this island, find it. But since you’re apparently on a bender, let’s have a goodbye drink together. There’s a bottle of Jack on the table next to you. Cheers, fucker. *Millsy*
Saturday 8th March 11.40pm
—Private Residence, Honolulu, Oahu—
Now she’s had one night on the turps and she’s an expert on drinking. Jack and I are leaving now. Might find the other Jac. She’ll be up for it. Byeeeee!
Saturday 8th March 11.41pm
—Private Residence, Honolulu, Oahu—
I’m coming down. Don’t you dare leave.
Saturday 8th March 11.42pm
—Private Residence, Honolulu, Oahu—
You know what? We passed the point of no return ages ago.
You can have this. I don’t want it any more.
Catch!
Saturday 8th March 11.58pm
I was about to write “What the hell was that?” Then I realized I’m the one with your phone so I’d only be sending it to myself. I AM sending it to myself. I’m totally drunk. On the turps or whatever you called it. *Google on the teups.* “Drunk, inebriated, from “on the turpentine” Urban Dictionary.com. You’re lucky I’m a good catch. it almost went inthe pool. Im going home too. I hate you.
Saturday 8th March 11.59pm
—Private Residence, Honolulu, Oahu—
Your phone just go tthe message I sent.. the Wipeout Song is my text tone? Really? Nothing from the playlist at least? Thanksalot.
Sunday 9th March 7.16am
—Waikiki Yacht Club—
Sun’s up. My first hangover. If you could see me you would point your finger and laugh and laugh. Lachie had to carry me onto the boat and to my room. I’m lucky my mom and Paul were sleeping and Cristina was able to distract the crew or I’d have been in deep shit. Lachie was sweet, he didn’t want to leave me but I started crying and acting super foolish so Cristina made him leave so he would no longer have to witness the spectacle that was Amelia June’s first night on the turps. At least I was able to keep a lid on the reason I was crying. If I’d blurted out your name, he’d probably think I was the dumbest bitch of all time. Then after he left,
Saturday 8th March 11.14pm
—Private Residence, Honolulu, Oahu—
“I have never said anything hurtful to you. Ever.” Now we’re even. Cut it out.
Saturday 8th March 11.15pm
—Private Residence, Honolulu, Oahu—
You didn’t notice how much more interested Lachie was after he’d been to the fcken cruise ship you live on? Must be true love.
Saturday 8th March 11.16pm
—Private Residence, Honolulu, Oahu—
Stop it. Apologize now and I’ll chalk it up to the beer. I don’t think I can be friends with you after this otherwise.
Saturday 8th March 11.19pm
—Private Residence, Honolulu, Oahu—
No skin off my nose, babe.
Saturday 8th March 11.22pm
—Private Residence, Honolulu, Oahu—
Don’t EVER call me that again! It’s belittling and trashy. And since I’m on the subject, so is “dibs.” It implies ownership over someone who has no say in the matter. Seriously, you’re freaking me out, Kody. You’re passing the point of no return with me. Think about what you’re doing and saying here. Is this what you really want?
Saturday 8th March 11.28pm
—Private Residence, Honolulu, Oahu—
Who called dibs, Amelia? It wasn’t me, it was your mate.
Saturday 8th March 11.29pm
—Private Residence, Honolulu, Oahu—
My mistake. It’s ‘Millsy’ now, isn’t it? He gets to name you too. Like a pooch.
Saturday 8th March 11.37pm
—Private Residence, Honolulu, Oahu—
Last time I checked, Fifi is what you’d name a poodle.
You think you know me but you don’t know shit. You’re a hypocrite and a dick. A drunk dick. You’ve been up to the keg six times in the last hour at least. Seriously, there’s an AA support group somewhere on this island, find it. But since you’re apparently on a bender, let’s have a goodbye drink together. There’s a bottle of Jack on the table next to you. Cheers, fucker. *Millsy*
Saturday 8th March 11.40pm
—Private Residence, Honolulu, Oahu—
Now she’s had one night on the turps and she’s an expert on drinking. Jack and I are leaving now. Might find the other Jac. She’ll be up for it. Byeeeee!
Saturday 8th March 11.41pm
—Private Residence, Honolulu, Oahu—
I’m coming down. Don’t you dare leave.
Saturday 8th March 11.42pm
—Private Residence, Honolulu, Oahu—
You know what? We passed the point of no return ages ago.
You can have this. I don’t want it any more.
Catch!
Saturday 8th March 11.58pm
I was about to write “What the hell was that?” Then I realized I’m the one with your phone so I’d only be sending it to myself. I AM sending it to myself. I’m totally drunk. On the turps or whatever you called it. *Google on the teups.* “Drunk, inebriated, from “on the turpentine” Urban Dictionary.com. You’re lucky I’m a good catch. it almost went inthe pool. Im going home too. I hate you.
Saturday 8th March 11.59pm
—Private Residence, Honolulu, Oahu—
Your phone just go tthe message I sent.. the Wipeout Song is my text tone? Really? Nothing from the playlist at least? Thanksalot.
Sunday 9th March 7.16am
—Waikiki Yacht Club—
Sun’s up. My first hangover. If you could see me you would point your finger and laugh and laugh. Lachie had to carry me onto the boat and to my room. I’m lucky my mom and Paul were sleeping and Cristina was able to distract the crew or I’d have been in deep shit. Lachie was sweet, he didn’t want to leave me but I started crying and acting super foolish so Cristina made him leave so he would no longer have to witness the spectacle that was Amelia June’s first night on the turps. At least I was able to keep a lid on the reason I was crying. If I’d blurted out your name, he’d probably think I was the dumbest bitch of all time. Then after he left,
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