As previously detailed, I was stuck in Texas for a whole extra month than I had planned. Now that I could finally get back home to California, my enthusiasm dwindled when I remembered that the pool of people I don’t hate there, while having always been shallow, was drying up more each week (for instance: a recent female “friend” posted an album of “party pictures” on her Facebook containing mostly nude shots of her getting trashed, doing lines of coke and other random classy behavior). I have to get back to do some business, but it can wait. I was also miffed that I didn’t have plans for Halloween, my once favorite holiday, and my Myspace and Facebook had only invites to raves, events like Monster Massive and mansion parties where I would be bored to tears.
Then I remembered I had family owned tropical beach front real estate.
So I decided, eff it. I’ll just go to Hawaii for the week.
So I did. and now I’m here.
And when I was entering the baggage claim, the airport employee in front of me had glow in the dark spiders in her hair. that was kinda cool.
Yeay for Hawaiiloween…
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