April 06, 2006
In approximately three weeks I’ll be on the road. I finish my last exam, pack my apartment into a truck, load up my bike with the essentials, and take off. Off to the Black Hills, to Mount Rushmore, to Yellowstone, to the Makah Nation and its Cape Flattery, down Highway 1, through wine country, over the Golden Gate Bridge, (let me know if I’ve missed anything terribly important so far, I haven’t made my route yet) and finally to my home for 3 months, Cupertino, CA. In ~9-10 days. All assuming I don’t
lose
my
mind
beforehand. It’s getting risky.
Posted by MrWonton at 1:07 am
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meatloaf says what?
i sitll read ya jew
go buy some pants!
I bought some amazing thrift store pants. $5 for pants worth $88? Jew what?
I’m pretty fucking sure your mind is secure. My guess is that you’re hitting that 8th mile drag. You know, where they take runners and mark off every mile for 10 miles and the runners get tired at 8 miles an sprint at 9. Then they take runners and mark off every 1.5 mile and pretend its every mile and the runners don’t get tired until the 8th marker, despite that its 12 miles.
Everything seems romantic until you spend the time with it, and its white panties 6 out of 7 days. Sure, you get silk on every one night stand, but if you move in with any one of them, its cotton and white nearly every day.
I have no idea if what I’m saying resonates on any level whatsoever with you, and I blame smithwick’s.
Oh well, profound is something that people stopped doing a long time ago.
It disturbs me that your prose is so superior to mine, even in response to my most mundane of comments.
Your comment about the 8th mile drag resonates. It resonates damn well.
Pretty much the same with the panties, although I’m not sure how it relates. I may just like panties.
Do you plan on driving through Iowa at anypoint in the journey? If you do, give me a call!
If I were driving through Iowa, it wouldn’t be till the trip back most likely… I’m pretty sure you’ll be long gone by then, sadly.