I'm the devil I can do what I want
Lao Tzu said, “A journey of a thousand leagues starts from where your feet stand.”
But what if you can't get your feet to move? All day long I've been attempting journeys, but I just end up stuck where I started.
I need some Body Shop in my life, and, being car-less, my best option seemed to be hopping the 815 to Woodbridge Mall. Drew is done with school, score, so he was going to come with.
We waited at the corner of Hillside and Main from 12:45-2:15. Nothing. I think it's safe to say the 1:33 bus never came.
I don't believe in wasted time; we got to be outside, saw some cool
and just talked. I learned the who's who of Sacred Heart...
But it did start to feel like an episode of The Twilight Zone.
Whatev, I want Body Shop? The online store exists. Only, their website must be malfunctioning, because I can browse and add merch to my cart, but every goddamn time I try to check out the page won't load.
You know, I'm trying to conserve gas, for myself and for the environment, and consume (when I have to) from socially responsible vendors. It's starting to look like more trouble than it's worth! Why can't the Internet and the NJ Transit System get their acts together?
Oh well, I watched Tenacious D: The Pick of Destiny while converting two pairs of destroyed jeans into skirts. Do I need to tell you that the thread ripped while I was still sewing, or have you already guessed?
After dinner, Rachel was going to drive Megan, Drew and I to Pt. Pleasant. As we left we saw a rainbow, which was cool... and then the massive downpour started, so we turned back.
But it's cool, it's cool. I am almost done with two books, I can hit that shit up tonight. But with the way things are going, my eyes will fall out and every braille instructor in the world will forget how to teach.
But what if you can't get your feet to move? All day long I've been attempting journeys, but I just end up stuck where I started.
I need some Body Shop in my life, and, being car-less, my best option seemed to be hopping the 815 to Woodbridge Mall. Drew is done with school, score, so he was going to come with.
We waited at the corner of Hillside and Main from 12:45-2:15. Nothing. I think it's safe to say the 1:33 bus never came.
I don't believe in wasted time; we got to be outside, saw some cool
and just talked. I learned the who's who of Sacred Heart...
But it did start to feel like an episode of The Twilight Zone.
Whatev, I want Body Shop? The online store exists. Only, their website must be malfunctioning, because I can browse and add merch to my cart, but every goddamn time I try to check out the page won't load.
You know, I'm trying to conserve gas, for myself and for the environment, and consume (when I have to) from socially responsible vendors. It's starting to look like more trouble than it's worth! Why can't the Internet and the NJ Transit System get their acts together?
Oh well, I watched Tenacious D: The Pick of Destiny while converting two pairs of destroyed jeans into skirts. Do I need to tell you that the thread ripped while I was still sewing, or have you already guessed?
After dinner, Rachel was going to drive Megan, Drew and I to Pt. Pleasant. As we left we saw a rainbow, which was cool... and then the massive downpour started, so we turned back.
But it's cool, it's cool. I am almost done with two books, I can hit that shit up tonight. But with the way things are going, my eyes will fall out and every braille instructor in the world will forget how to teach.