Up shit creek & How I Miss America
1) Somewhat up shit creek. Funding for next year = um, well, it may not happen. Or happen partially. Or something. I think I may have to cancel my trip to South Dakota and instead of communing with the prairie land work two jobs in Glasgow, just in case. Joy = knowing no bounds. Losing 500 quid on flights? Oh, that's a delight.
2) I miss America. I do. I miss it so much. I miss fireflies drifting out of the bushes and firing once before disappearing back into the black as I walk home. I miss driving down those wide flat highways, with Sean's arm stretched out on the arm rest and bluegrass on the stereo, windows down. I miss bottles of beer outside on those days where you feel the sweat prickling on your skin as you climb out the shower. I miss the fricking FLAG for fuck's sake.
And I want to go to the prairies. Sulksulksulksulksulksulksulksulk.
Not really. I know I'm freaking lucky, and as they say, no pain, no phd....
2) I miss America. I do. I miss it so much. I miss fireflies drifting out of the bushes and firing once before disappearing back into the black as I walk home. I miss driving down those wide flat highways, with Sean's arm stretched out on the arm rest and bluegrass on the stereo, windows down. I miss bottles of beer outside on those days where you feel the sweat prickling on your skin as you climb out the shower. I miss the fricking FLAG for fuck's sake.
And I want to go to the prairies. Sulksulksulksulksulksulksulksulk.
Not really. I know I'm freaking lucky, and as they say, no pain, no phd....