PCH & PCP
Disclaimer: No drugs were used during this trip. For someone who has lived in SoCal for more than half her life, today was, shockingly, the first day I've ever made it outside the boundaries and cruised onto the beauty that is the Pacific Coast Highway. The spontaneous trip led for some laughs, some scares and some very shitty karaoke. And I cannot stress how much good company is for an adventure. The homies and I started our day by fulfilling our typical Basic White Girl needs with our Starbucks, then made our way to Encinitas for some long walks on the beach (while covertly sneaking peaks at the poor surfers..with their tight..wet..suits...PraiseCheezusHallelujah), tackled a grand staircase that rivals the ones from Harry Potter and overindulged in overpriced gelato. We did some shopping at some not so thrifty thrift stores (help us out Macklemore, we could not find one damn fur coat for $20 in a sea of Hawaiian Shirts) and got our fix of cheap books. But the highlight was the...

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