#priceless.start

So my mom sent me a ‘good luck’ basket for the first week of Priceless Season Two, and I am pretty scared right about now since the basket consisted of ear plugs, condoms, the book “everything is fucked” and other unnecessary unmentionables. I can say for a fact that I am actually terrified for the next few days, so catch me spending the entire time in the hot tub with 10 espresso martinis. Any takers I will accept, as long as you bring the extra shot of vodka-or coffee. 

What’s everyone up to tonight? Anyone tryna drink, bar crawl and shit round LA?

It should be illegal for Mother Nature making it this cold in Malibu. The low tonight is supposed to be 44 fucking degrees? I think I just might get on a plane and head back to Florida tonight....but at the same time, I can’t find it in me to leave my hotel bed or stop binge watching You season 2. 

I know I should be raving on about the new house, because yeah it’s fucking amazing but like... Now it’s in the hills? No longer near the beach where we can sneak off to? I used to love sneaking off to the beach for a surf and now what am I supposed to do? Go rock surfing? Or hiking?-okay hiking actually sounds awesome but still, can someone explain this to me? Is it the winter holiday?

The cruise was fun, but now that everyone was back at the house it was back to reality. Whatever that meant in this case. Reality was slightly altered for the cast as there were cameras everywhere, but it was back to ‘life as usual’ so to speak. After going about her normal routine of the gym and then freshening up and doing laundry and such, the blonde was in the kitchen. Stephanie was craving nachos and decided to go ahead and make some, so she piled chips and cheese and all of the other fixins on a tray and popped it into the oven. With her phone in hand, she sat on the counter and scrolled through social media until she heard the ‘ding’ indicating that the product in the oven was ready. Setting her phone down, she hopped back onto her feet and grabbed a pot holder. Opening the oven the female grabbed the tray carefully, though without realizing it, the pot holder slid slightly, her wrist grazing the hot oven rack. In a reflex reaction she set the tray down on the stove top obviously not wanting to disturb the nachos, and dropped the pot holder, cradling her wrist as she sucked in a breath. “Fuck you,” she hissed out to the oven, as if that might make a difference, and as if the whole thing wasn’t entirely her own fault.

So I literally just got to the show, ready to unpack and have this massive gesture of a welcome. Suddenly the writers of the show tell me we’re actually going on a cruise? I wanted to be shocked and annoyed I didn’t get to see the house but-this ship is so gorgeous. Oh I am Jason or Jace by the way... Here to keep my brothers out of trouble and find out what to do on this boat. Any suggestions?

venus had been spending a lot more hours in the gym lately, which she didn’t intend to change with the start of the new season. it had become a bit of a safe haven for her, somewhere she could let her mind relax and calm down. she’d gotten into a couple different workouts, but most days it was a tossup between yoga or boxing. today, though, she’d thrown her hair up into a ponytail and strapped on a pair of boxing gloves, taking note of the other person who walked into the room, “any chance i could convince you to be sparring partner?”