Road trip!
So. . . I'm off to Asheville! I didn't go out on first friday (last night), not even to see the wife in her gallery. I know, I'm a horrible person. But I have to go drive to the school in Asheville that I will hopefully be attending in March.
Oh Last night my friend Angelique came and saw me at work. Not really that funny, unless you remember that I do a paper route. So I was parked in the middle of the road and my friend just pulls up behind me in her car to tell me what a sexy paperboy I am. I love it when my friends come and find me at 4am to tell me how much they love me as we stand in the cold on a dark street in the middle of suburbia.
Other the other side, I'm also feeling a little nostalgic. Going to Asheville always makes me think a little about the boy with the mohawk. I guess I really should be over it now, it's been almost two years. But it still feels like just yesterday at the same time. I am even more convinced now that when you give away your heart, you never really get it back.
Oh Last night my friend Angelique came and saw me at work. Not really that funny, unless you remember that I do a paper route. So I was parked in the middle of the road and my friend just pulls up behind me in her car to tell me what a sexy paperboy I am. I love it when my friends come and find me at 4am to tell me how much they love me as we stand in the cold on a dark street in the middle of suburbia.
Other the other side, I'm also feeling a little nostalgic. Going to Asheville always makes me think a little about the boy with the mohawk. I guess I really should be over it now, it's been almost two years. But it still feels like just yesterday at the same time. I am even more convinced now that when you give away your heart, you never really get it back.