fuck the beach let's go ghost town hunting instead

I asked my boss for three vacation days at the end of the month; I didn't want to take the whole week off but I figure wed, thrus and fri is a fair choice. Ry and I two year anniversary is on the 25th which is a tuesday (blah). We are going to the jew's friday afternoon and coming back saturday afternoon, peanuts is watching abbey and I dont want to steal her whole weekend either but I figure it's a good amount of time to chill and relax kidless especially since I'm already gonna be with abbey all week yai. So I googled ghost towns in florida and there's quite a few of them; I went thru all of them and looked at the county and what remains of the actual town; I found a good one near by where the jew lives in palm beach so instead of going to the beach yet again (like i can't do that here) we are gonna go find this place, the directions are vague and I'm sure we're gonna have to do quite a search to find this fucker but it should be cool. There're abandoned factories and shit, things people haven't used in years, I can't wait. Old and abandoned just SCREAMS "visit me" to me.What is it about fridays that time goes by so slowly? Is it the anticipation of the weekend? Is it the fact that you just want to get the fuck out of work already after doing the same shit for 5 days straight? I dont know but tonight's the Led Zep laser show and I'm ready to rock the fuck out.

last night I celebrated NOT getting that job

So, they never called me and I'm very confused about it; first I kinda felt happy about not having to make so many changes and then I felt dissapointed because I wanted to make more money and have health ins and all that other stuff but I clearly prayed about it and put it out there that if this was not for me then I dont want it, so I guess last night I celebrated the fact that this was not meant to be for me and that's a good thing. I didn't want to end up working for the wrong company or perhaps hating my job so yea, cheers to not getting the bitch.I'm very thankful to still have my job and I would continue to apply until the right job comes along; I know that things will be okay. I got home at 2:00 am and proceeded to rape my husband, fun night. Oh yea, www.textsfromlastnight.com best fucking thing ever.

why wasnt I in Woodstock?

Taking Woodstock is coming out soon; I cannot WAIT to see it. I might even cry my ass off asking why wasn't I there? I would've tripped on acid, I would've made friends with strangers, probably made out with a few of them, I would've danced in the rain and slid on the mud. WHY? And the hope of having anything even remodetely close to it, it's a joke. Music doesn't even exist anymore, everything is fabricated. I've seen little bands here and there with AMAZING talent, but they dont' get a damn chance because they are not what the "media" or record labels are looking for, which is the same damn thing, same image, same crap over and over again. What ever happened to being a rebel? to individiality? to being drunk on stage? Music is so safe lately, the image is so clean and pure, GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK! The world tries to shelter kids from drugs and sex by portraying artists as if they were the virgin mary. As if the world, school and friends wont show them differently; I was sheltered as a kid..growing up in a christian world. God, my parents didnt even let me watch The Simpsons and I still found my way to the "bad" things, to the dark world...ahhh the dark world, what's so wrong with that? It teaches you, it helps you, it MAKES you and half the reason I am how I am today is because of my experiences in the dark world. It makes me sick, this portray of virginity....all LIES. Kids will find out soon enough and then the joke's on you. Anyway, back to woodstock....man, I could totally see myself laying on the wet grass, barefooted, hippies tripping on mushrooms to my left and a couple making out on my right, the smell of incense and marijuana in the soft yet cool breeze, the stars above me...everyone together...everyone in harmony, COEXISTING, breathing...living...

hey, maybe I WAS there after all...