Last of my days in the Lone Star State...
I really am in a Lone Star State. More psychologically than geographically. Maybe my mind is playing tricks on me, but I swear I'm developing a Texas drawl (y'all), and I have an unsubmissable urge to drive a truck. I also bought a cowboy hat that, however tolerable, isn't really even in style in Texas. See if I care.
I've been spending tireless hours searching for somebody's livejournal (if you're reading this you know who you are), and it's making me depressed. So, alas, I must stop.
Girls are silly. I want to find a woman.
Sunny Called me and left no message. If I do that I get an earful. Shame, shame...
Just finished packing up the car, we're leaving for NC in the morning, so my days in this Lone Star state of mind have come to a close. I'll kind of miss pretending to be a cowboy...
I've been spending tireless hours searching for somebody's livejournal (if you're reading this you know who you are), and it's making me depressed. So, alas, I must stop.
Girls are silly. I want to find a woman.
Sunny Called me and left no message. If I do that I get an earful. Shame, shame...
Just finished packing up the car, we're leaving for NC in the morning, so my days in this Lone Star state of mind have come to a close. I'll kind of miss pretending to be a cowboy...