first of all
Johnny Cash is kicking the shit out of the angel Gabriel for slacking on his watch of the Comfort Inn ad executives.
Also, my 434320343 photos of Ayla and I posing in strategic areas in Paris will soon be aired nationwide via my nearly vacated livejournal. That is, once I unpack my shit, repack for Egypt, and manage to find an hour to sprint over to the nearest mom and pop photo lab. So you may not see anything (or hear any stories, for that matter) until I move into my room, settle into my job, and unpack my Egypt shit in Buffalo.
Still, until Wednesday, I'll be here. I plan on doing nothing but gardening, reading A Confederacy of Dunces over and over (thanks Ayla), jotting down numbers for the Scotland/Ireland/England backpacking trip next summer, and shaving my legs on a regular schedule. It's a deal I made with myself.
Also, my 434320343 photos of Ayla and I posing in strategic areas in Paris will soon be aired nationwide via my nearly vacated livejournal. That is, once I unpack my shit, repack for Egypt, and manage to find an hour to sprint over to the nearest mom and pop photo lab. So you may not see anything (or hear any stories, for that matter) until I move into my room, settle into my job, and unpack my Egypt shit in Buffalo.
Still, until Wednesday, I'll be here. I plan on doing nothing but gardening, reading A Confederacy of Dunces over and over (thanks Ayla), jotting down numbers for the Scotland/Ireland/England backpacking trip next summer, and shaving my legs on a regular schedule. It's a deal I made with myself.