cars on the highway are antisocial
on that note, this weekend, i met an antisocial sign. it was called "busses only".
my weekend has been awesome. wendell came up from mississippi and visited with me. we had very good times, except for getting ditched by our friends. but then they made up for it the last night.
i did a lot of thinking friday night. i took a walk to tilden in the freezing cold, jumped over a fence, layed on the ground watching the few visible stars and the rippling clouds. then i thought about the "if's" and "but's" and the "me" and "you" of all things in "our" world and realized that everything is so cliche, and the only thing that makes it half unique is the different settings. also, how society puts so many constructs in our path. do they know why they do it? that is what i thought about.
my weekend has been awesome. wendell came up from mississippi and visited with me. we had very good times, except for getting ditched by our friends. but then they made up for it the last night.
i did a lot of thinking friday night. i took a walk to tilden in the freezing cold, jumped over a fence, layed on the ground watching the few visible stars and the rippling clouds. then i thought about the "if's" and "but's" and the "me" and "you" of all things in "our" world and realized that everything is so cliche, and the only thing that makes it half unique is the different settings. also, how society puts so many constructs in our path. do they know why they do it? that is what i thought about.