2 broken chairs and 9-2 burnt bodies

I realized that people really do have complete opposites of each other. Real mirror images. The genders are switched. He's more like me, she's more like him. I want him to be nicer for us to work, she wants him meaner to work. And now, we're all working, I guess. Weird.

I've always loved da beach. I was in waves almost every weekend as a kid. The cool ocean breeze made me breathe better. But Padre...Too humid. Sand of not the ideal texture. Smelly. I've never been sun burnt before either. It's an interesting feeling.

Still, I truly had a good time. I was told that I seem very patient and tolerant. I never actually thought about how 'tolerant' I am with a particular group of people. I still don't know if I'd call it a tolerance. What would we be without our "eccentricities"?