Three Day Weekend - Day One

[26 Jul 2006 | Wednesday] 

Here's the deal: I don't know how many of you actually have regular jobs, but I've noticed this whole trudging thing I've been doing. It's sad really that I work 5 days a week, 40 hours and all along the way all I can think is, "Only three more days until the weekend.... only two more days.... only one..." That's it! That's all I've got at this point. My only purpose is to make it to tomorrow, the next paycheck, the next chance at some free time, the next whatever... And if you think about it, all you end up looking forward to is spending your life, wasting it in essence... I don't know how often you just sit and stew in those sort of things, but they get to me everytime I start to think about the weekend. So for this little bit of time. I really need to do something different. I gotta make my life worth living for once goddamn it! This shit is weak otherwise. So here we go, boys and girls. Here's the first day of the rest of your life. Three Day Weekend - Day One   Zuma Beach   Called Donovan today from the dentist's office. I didn't think much of it, just trying to make small talk. The thought suddenly occurred to me that wasting away inside of an air conditioned casino wasn't the way I wanted to go out.   I just wanted to keep it simple, maybe grab him and go paintballing or catch a movie or something, but Donovan had other thoughts. He was sick of the heat and humidity and needed mother ocean. I followed like a good boy and Donovan introduced me to Zuma. It was my first time there, boys and girls, and I have to say that it was amazing. We spent a good while swimming around, talking to these two girls that had other things in mind that entertaining two losers like us. Then we climbed to the top of the cliffs and braved the rocks till we got to the tide pools. I got soaked and we moved on.   Yeah I'm simplifying about five hours into a couple of sentences, but I'm just not in the mood for extended details and crap like that. Trust me, I had a great time, and now that we're at Donovan's place we plan to watch a decent horror flick and order some pizza.   Damn the Man, Long live the Empire! Oh yeah, one last thing... the ocean was nice and all, as in I didn't die (more on that later), but chech this- before I even got in the fucking water, a goddamn bird shit on me. I say that literally. The world may shit on me on a day to day basis. Love may shit on me on a day to day basis. Fuck, life may shit on me every now and again, but this is a whole different matter. A bird actually shat on my arm! Can you fucking beat that??