<< 10 June 2002 || 23:11 >>

jeff: hey, how was camping?
me: it was badass
jeff: i bet i was more badass today, but lets hear about it
jeff: tell me bout your trip
me: well, it was at sand lake, which is this place where people go with dune buggies and motocross cycles and quads and other all terrain vehicles. so there were a lot of really white trash people with trans ams and assorted children and mullets and their atvs running around
me: it was like camping in heaven
me: white trash heaven
me: our campsite was really cool, we had hills and a sandpile and whatnot
me: we went to the beach and picked up shells
jeff: cool
me: dyana and i played mash in the camper, and everybody made fun of my veggie food. i put a gardenburger on the grill, and somebody said "what is that, a presto log?"
me: and the best part..
me: these fourteen year olds were hitting on dyana and i a whole lot, so we told them we were lesbians
me: that was hilarious. all the adults were in on it
me: so anyway, enough of my trip

I went with my dad to play music with his friends tonite. That was fun. Folk songs have three chords, four max, so I was able to keep up and enjoy myself. I haven't played guitar in such a long time, it was nice to play again. I need practice, but what the hey.

I'm applying back at Schmizza. Hell has indeed frozen over. Either that, or I'm really actually desperate for some damn money.

i don't have anything else to say this late at nite.

ttyl holmes