There's no escape...

[jarrardi]

It's all comming crashing home now. Two weeks. A little over two weeks and I'll be gone from Idaho for good. But that's not what I'm thinking about. True to my own nature, I'm not excited or worried or anything--that won't set in until after the journey is already over (yeah, I'm weird, I know). Righ tnow I'm just hitting the "I have two weeks to

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[karnalis]

*hugs-a-Jari* I can relate well to the feeling of being inexorably bound to a place, my friend. If Alaska beckons you, thou shouldst answer its call. Good luck getting things together and moved safely, securely, and smoothly. I'll try my darndest to visit you up there some day.

[jarrardi]

I'll bet you can relate! I'll try my darndest to drag you up here, as well. And don't worry, someday you'll sink back into Tucsonia's vampiric embrace and live happily ever after. :-3

[karnalis]

"Vampiric embrace?" o.O Well...I guess the desert does sort of dry you out. :P

[jarrardi]

It's true....

[talkingdonkey]

It is the desert that stalks you in the nights. The Mojave wants your blood.

[jarrardi]

*wideeyed* Can't sleep...desert will suck out my soul. Can't sleep...desert will suck out my soul. O.O

[talkingdonkey]

Is this the reason that I'm still awake??

[jarrardi]

Well you can't say I didn't warn you! :-3

[karnalis]

I am not beholden to the Mojave. I bleed for Sonora.

[jarrardi]

Hey, you know, maybe there IS some sort of blood-desert thing going on...it would explain why my spleen will always long for Idaho....