I just beefed with a 15 year old (Am I the problem?)

 Good morning to my readers. I know I have been MIA but I am currently in Mexico building up some lore for you all. 

Trips are just so exhausting in themselves, we all know this. Today I have reached the crashout phase of my journey. It definitely has something to do with the alcohol (especially the wine idk why but I keep drinking it) the hours and hours of sun, and trying to make sure I eat enough during the day (I miss American food so bad) that has added up to my beef with a 15 year old girl on vacation with her family this morning. 

It all started with Geekma and I going down to retrieve our daily omelettes. We get in line with the rest of the people and begin to wait. Suddenly, this bitch cuts in front of us to be with her friend or sister or something in line. In front of the entire line, but most importantly Sydney and I. Like I said, I have gotten to the point where i don’t gaf anymore. So I ask her if she was gonna get in line. She replies and says “well yeah i’m with her”

I kindly ask her to wait in the back like the rest of us. But “she’s with her” Parents, do better please. I can’t handle y’all’s kids any fucking longer. The most egregious fucking part was that she then proceeded to order one. singular. egg. Sydney and I were so blown. She is now my new resort opp. 

There is so much more about this trip I will reveal to you all but I hate typing long form on my phone so it’s gonna have to wait until I have my laptop again. 

Bye for now.

Feeling: Like I need a Mcdonald’s Cheeseburger


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