Jacumba
I'm going to Jacumba, I'm going to Jacumba, I'm going to Jacumba---Hey! Guess WHAT!? I'M FREAKING GOING TO JACUMBA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(It has melody if you sing it the right way) I will have a selfish weekend, spending time with myself. I wish GG could come, but next time I guess. I hopefully will come back in three days, a better person, skinnier, and/or really tan. Maybe neither of them. Either way, I'M GOING TO JACUMBA!
Jacumba is a breathtaking experience. I memorized it all. The sound of the sand, the smell of the pool, the taste of the air, the feel of the heat---it's burned into my meory forever and once again, I get to experience forever again. (WoW, that rhymed.)
I haven't been swimming in a pool since last July. So make no doubt, I WILL thoroughly enjoy this weekend, and if you're special enough (jk) you will be in my thoughts. Although, I may not think of much anything at all, just enjoy the wind ripping through me and the sense of God everywhere.
For Jacumba, this is true. One man's junk may be another man's treasure. Nobody, I think, will ever feel as intensly and passionately towards Jacumba quite as I do. To them it's a run down motel in the middle of the desert. To me, it's the closest to heaven. When I die, I want to be burned and my ashes thrown over the mountains there.
By the way, Jacumba was always one of the big reasons I told myself when I was younger that I wouldn't run away or committ suicide, and was glad I was me and NOBODY ELSE!
(It has melody if you sing it the right way) I will have a selfish weekend, spending time with myself. I wish GG could come, but next time I guess. I hopefully will come back in three days, a better person, skinnier, and/or really tan. Maybe neither of them. Either way, I'M GOING TO JACUMBA!
Jacumba is a breathtaking experience. I memorized it all. The sound of the sand, the smell of the pool, the taste of the air, the feel of the heat---it's burned into my meory forever and once again, I get to experience forever again. (WoW, that rhymed.)
I haven't been swimming in a pool since last July. So make no doubt, I WILL thoroughly enjoy this weekend, and if you're special enough (jk) you will be in my thoughts. Although, I may not think of much anything at all, just enjoy the wind ripping through me and the sense of God everywhere.
For Jacumba, this is true. One man's junk may be another man's treasure. Nobody, I think, will ever feel as intensly and passionately towards Jacumba quite as I do. To them it's a run down motel in the middle of the desert. To me, it's the closest to heaven. When I die, I want to be burned and my ashes thrown over the mountains there.
By the way, Jacumba was always one of the big reasons I told myself when I was younger that I wouldn't run away or committ suicide, and was glad I was me and NOBODY ELSE!
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