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i think the weather is driving me crazy. every couple of days, there's this beam of hope that seems to infect everyone; that one nice day on a friday that is just needed all across the city, and it's slapped away by monday. i'm sitting here staring at my skylight, and i see a perfectly flat grey square, not a fucking line or a shade or nothing, just grey. i want to climb a ladder and cut a hole in the clouds with a bright red bowie knife.
so my vacations next week, and i thought up a brilliant plan; drive to charlottesville and go camping. its reasonable, i could drive there in a day easy, cheap place to camp, and it'd be at least 70, so i could just go fishing in a creek and play guitar and wear flip-flops and have a cooler full of beer and hot dogs and everything would be awesome. but no, no it's going to rain pretty much down the east coast next weekend. and apparently you need a passport to get into canada, which scratches my plan b of spending all my cash at a bar in canada and sleeping in my car.
i don't know, brooklyn? chicago? gahhhh, get me the fuck out of here.
i think i'm going to marry the first girl i meet who happens to have a white mystery airhead that she's willing to split with me.
so my vacations next week, and i thought up a brilliant plan; drive to charlottesville and go camping. its reasonable, i could drive there in a day easy, cheap place to camp, and it'd be at least 70, so i could just go fishing in a creek and play guitar and wear flip-flops and have a cooler full of beer and hot dogs and everything would be awesome. but no, no it's going to rain pretty much down the east coast next weekend. and apparently you need a passport to get into canada, which scratches my plan b of spending all my cash at a bar in canada and sleeping in my car.
i don't know, brooklyn? chicago? gahhhh, get me the fuck out of here.
i think i'm going to marry the first girl i meet who happens to have a white mystery airhead that she's willing to split with me.