so sad when it's all over.

one moment i'm bawling over not going to visit my mom, next thing i know we're speeding up the 100 highway at three am and barely living to tell about it. i got high on protein, a sunburn, a sore ass, and a couple of other vague memories. i went to visit a friend and almost got killed. the search for mushrooms was fruitless or rather, mushroomless and the pastures were not at all that green. i was just waiting to light the first match and turn it all to ashes.

my sister's boyfriend drove his car onto a lightpost yesterday and now he has over five thousand dollars in debt and i don't want him to keep working that 13-hour shift or he's going to die soon.

my mother hates it when we get our photo taken and i stick my tongue out with some nasty-looking chewed food inside.

we want to be beachcombers and live in a little cheap house at the beach village and sell stuff to the tourists. good smoothies right out of the balcony... inexpensive bike rental... tshirts and pizza slices... a copyshop.

tomorrow it'll be monday again and i still think my vacation will never be over. i have to get over that pretty soon.