No, I enjoyed that.

i want to talk about that a lot more than a single paragraph.

i went on a work trip for 3 and a half days 3 hours away, and even though i bawled my eyes out when i got back home because my friends didn't miss me the way i missed them, i just wanna go back.

to that campsite. with all of the little cabins and RV's. with that swimming pool, and public bathroom, and the thousands of lawn chairs outside the RV, and the endless budlight and cigarettes, and joints.

and i miss that work, i miss that. the four of us girls leaving asap immediately on break, driving to the nearest gas station and stocking up on strictly mtn dew and candy, then retreating back to mop a warehouse again.

i want to sit outside in the dark darkness of night, so overbearingly loud with the crickets and bugs, listening to my co-worker, and my other co-worker's husband bicker back and forth. i want to relive that memory of watching her accidentally ash her cigarette into his freshly poured cup of liquor, and him strictly going,

"don't do that again."

and i wanna eat his meals again, and i wanna talk with my co-worker who let me sleep in her rv again for hours at night. i wanna hear my boss' dirty jokes that are way too funny to be regularly funny. and i wanna hear my 2nd co-worker's rants about her felonies again, and again, and again.

i just wanna go back.