Photo Friday – Part Deux
Dude, I woke up this morning in a daze and suddenly realized, ” Shit! It’s Friday?”
A wonderful stipulation of being self employed. So, I rose today like the undead; hungry and ready to do the Thriller dance, with penchant for photography! Now, I have some shots from a modeling shoot I did yesterday, “But THAT doesn’t count for Photo Friday, Caitlin!” you scream into the night. Yes, this I know. So, I do my best here people. I do my best.
My ex used to work in this now defunct and decrepit building. Now closed down, I had a blast at my last shoot there, having found this very door open, SCREAMING to be broken into (it was open people, we did no breaking. Just the entering). Now, they’ve dead bolted it. The bastards! I thought of having my friend boot the shit out of it, not for entry, but for fun and photography, but the truth is I would have just been trying to live vicariously through her and in truth, I wanted to boot the shit out of it myself. Yes, I have issues. Yes, I am seeking treatment. 
Oh! And the place is filled with Asbestos! Literally, swimming in it. Aaah, how I do love a good case of fiberglass lung.
Here enlies (insert a dramatic ‘Duh Duh Duh’ here) the Doomsday Laser!
No, but seriously, this is Haystack. Many rumors swirl about its presence. Apparently there is a laser here that can shut down the electronic functions of orbiting satellites (hence Westford being on Russia’s “To Bomb” List. This is what I was told, people). There is also the strongest Radio Telescope from here to Timbuktu (where they have tons I am told? No…) as well as Satellite dishes the size of football fields. There is also a scarred guardrail from an episode in my high school years when a friend of mine and I drove her Oldsmobile off the side of the road while listening to Savage Garden. It wasn’t her fault (she WAS driving). The snow turned her car into a frikkin bobsled!
This is me, sitting waiting for the world to give me something to shoot. Instead, I shot myself. God, I’m so violent. And I’m NOT wearing makeup, so don’t pick on me for looking like a hobo. Shazam.
There would be more, but I refuse to post two pictures from the same spot! REFUSE! So, I might head out for more pictures this afternoon, but there is a good chance this is all you’re getting mofo’s! Not that you care…this is entirely self indulgent chore creation on my part in order to keep myself productive and creative. Magical! I should start Fictional Wednesday or some other alliteration involving writing to give myself a goal in that department.
Dude, my hands smell like pickle right now. Fucking italian sub. I suppose it is better to smell like pickles than to smell like an itlaian sub? Yes? No?
Have a good weekend ya’ll. Smooches!
