Here in San Diego that is...
Right now I should be heading to the airport to start my traditional double-Crown/rocks before my flight into San Antonio for a weekend of Blownstar; total and complete decadence with a bunch of bitchen Blowneyed Blodgers. What the fuck am I still doing here? This year getting the time off from work just wasn't going to happen. My trip to the Sierra's last month pretty much sealed that deal for me. I don't know why I give a shit about my job because it doesn't give a fuck about me. At the rate this economy is going, I'll be lucky to even still have a job by the end of the summer anyways. Public works construction has all but completely dried up in San Diego. Los Angeles has a shitload of federal projects bidding but there's no way on God's green earth that I will ever move to that fucking shit hole.
Anyways, I am fucking bummed that I couldn't make the trip this year. Fuck! I guess I will probably cry in my beer all weekend long now. I'm gonna have to track down some Shiner and get fucked up tonight just because that would be the right thing to do.
I want pictures kerrcarto!