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May. 11th, 2001 11:16 amGreg is listening to some of his music (MD 1 comp) on his new shiny mini disc player that he got today. It's cute. I want one. If I weren't trying to write a journal entry I would probably be on the bed falling asleep, it's that kind of music.
My mother in law is going on yet another vacation this time to Key West. We need a trip so badly. All of us. I don't know how long it's been since we've had a real one. I need beaches. I'm not the type who has to get to a beach every summer but once every 5 years or so I feel the urge for waves and sand. Also I told Greg we would go to New Orleans since he's never been and I haven't been since I was 14. The money situation is looking bad now though. I hate being poor. I MUST have a vacation. Maybe I can get Tomas and Greg to go whore themselves somewhere.
Ack, Greg's MD player is beeping can-can music.
My mother in law is going on yet another vacation this time to Key West. We need a trip so badly. All of us. I don't know how long it's been since we've had a real one. I need beaches. I'm not the type who has to get to a beach every summer but once every 5 years or so I feel the urge for waves and sand. Also I told Greg we would go to New Orleans since he's never been and I haven't been since I was 14. The money situation is looking bad now though. I hate being poor. I MUST have a vacation. Maybe I can get Tomas and Greg to go whore themselves somewhere.
Ack, Greg's MD player is beeping can-can music.
