soraya

camping was so good. i stuffed my face with smores until i felt sick. we picked up this really good artichoke and sundried tomato bread at the small little bakery/deli/liquor store in the only little town outside of the state park. its funny that it claimed to be a liquor store, but i kept looking and looking for any sign of liquor, and all they had was pale ale and wine. so we drank red wine out of coffee mugs and i kept tripping on the huge log and luckily didnt fall into the fire. lazy mans camping for sure. and of course we end up at the one campsite right next to the confederate flag decked out guy all by himself. (he was serious. even had a black leather vest with the whole backside a confederate flag logo.) so of course me, the paranoid, is having all these visions of homeboy ripping through the tent in the middle of the night killing the freaks in a fit of crazed rage..... due to a combination of way too many urban myths and real stories of psychos going out into the woods and killing random people just doing a little family camping, and one too many horror movies with scenes of hockey masked psychomurderers ripping open tents and going on a rampage. yeah. a little traumatized perhaps.

and... now. today after work i am going to see a friend who i havent seen in over two months. well, technically we were in a relationship, but now we are trying to reestablish a friendship, since we love each other so much and all and dont want to not be in each others lives and all that. shall be good. i hope we get sushi or something .