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my mom is okay. my uncle's house is completely gone. the grandparents and my aunt are okay, no word on the damage to their homes. everytime I turn on the TV and see what's going on in new orleans I just can't fucking believe it. it really bums me out. if my life was more stable than it is now I'd probably volunteer with red cross. I really can't afford to lose my job though, and my savings are virtually non-existant. I'm more upset about this than I ever was about september 11th. everyone in manhatten has money, these people have nothing, and what little material posessions they held on to are completely gone. it's really, really unfortunate.
in other news, my car is out of the shop and running better than ever. the two people Reno and I were going on vacation with have cancelled on us. we're not sure if we're going anywhere. I told him last night I didn't want to go if we weren't buying weed for the trip, and he flipped the fuck out. I guess he doesn't understand that the whole point of this trip was for me to unwind and forget about all the things I usually stress over 24 hours a day. I'm not trying to do hardcore drugs or anything, I just wanted to smoke fucking blunts and relax. he probably thinks I'd trade the vacation for a bag of weed, which isn't true. I just thought it was understood that the whole point of the trip was to get the FUCK out of connecticut and smoke weed all weekend long. maybe I should've focused more on my intent. I'd sell my soul to be in Jamaica right now...
I kind of want to go to Philadelphia...only if we drive though, because taking the bus/train is a pain in my fucking ass.
in other news, my car is out of the shop and running better than ever. the two people Reno and I were going on vacation with have cancelled on us. we're not sure if we're going anywhere. I told him last night I didn't want to go if we weren't buying weed for the trip, and he flipped the fuck out. I guess he doesn't understand that the whole point of this trip was for me to unwind and forget about all the things I usually stress over 24 hours a day. I'm not trying to do hardcore drugs or anything, I just wanted to smoke fucking blunts and relax. he probably thinks I'd trade the vacation for a bag of weed, which isn't true. I just thought it was understood that the whole point of the trip was to get the FUCK out of connecticut and smoke weed all weekend long. maybe I should've focused more on my intent. I'd sell my soul to be in Jamaica right now...
I kind of want to go to Philadelphia...only if we drive though, because taking the bus/train is a pain in my fucking ass.