by .:Transferring:. » Sat May 07, 2011 10:47 am
Layla smiled, brushing away the awkwardness. [b]["No, no! It's fine, really! Anyways, I think you'll like my car.../b] She nodded her head, walking towards the front doors of the building. She opened them, letting hot air rush into her face, followed by a cool breeze.
Surfer ChicaOut of the water, I am nothing.
Surfing is for life.
It's like the mafia, once you're in,
you're in.
It's all about where your mind's at.
When I surf, I tend to think the
world ain't such a bad place after all.