Gotta feel for my automobile
For all of you who feared the worst, who thought that Bucko was gone for good, never to be heard from again, I have happy happy news!
Little Neno hasn't made his final trip down the Taconic after all. Bucko is getting his reprieve. He'll be back on his feet in no time. No sucktastic automatic crap for me. Is this really the only important thing that's going on in my life? .......sort of. Mostly it's that I can't write anything in this that has sentimental worth because even if I try to make it honest, it will be contrived. It will be for sharing. So here's a little bit of contrived bullshit for any of you folks who are still hanging on my words: First of all, the end of summer doesn't have that desperate sad feeling about it that it did all through grade and high school. What happened? Second, listen to FDR. And also go to his shows because his live shows are supposedly fantastic (I wouldn't know personally, yet. Ask me tomorrow night and I'll know from experience). Third, several summers later, the Queen party still hasn't happened. If it doesn't happen next summer, I'm kicking my own ass. And Liz's. Fourth, I've been doing my best to not expect more from someone than I think they can handle. Does that sound snobby? I mean I think that I expect too much of people. I can't expect my flighty friends to suddenly become more responsible, just because I like having things precisely planned. I need to be prepared for my friends who over-schedule themselves to cancel on me sometimes. Why am I trying to be more easygoing about it? Because it probably sucks for those people to have me being so obsessive, but they deal with it. So can I. Fifthly, having roommate time is so excellent. I will miss you when you're in London.
Let's all share the milk!
Little Neno hasn't made his final trip down the Taconic after all. Bucko is getting his reprieve. He'll be back on his feet in no time. No sucktastic automatic crap for me. Is this really the only important thing that's going on in my life? .......sort of. Mostly it's that I can't write anything in this that has sentimental worth because even if I try to make it honest, it will be contrived. It will be for sharing. So here's a little bit of contrived bullshit for any of you folks who are still hanging on my words: First of all, the end of summer doesn't have that desperate sad feeling about it that it did all through grade and high school. What happened? Second, listen to FDR. And also go to his shows because his live shows are supposedly fantastic (I wouldn't know personally, yet. Ask me tomorrow night and I'll know from experience). Third, several summers later, the Queen party still hasn't happened. If it doesn't happen next summer, I'm kicking my own ass. And Liz's. Fourth, I've been doing my best to not expect more from someone than I think they can handle. Does that sound snobby? I mean I think that I expect too much of people. I can't expect my flighty friends to suddenly become more responsible, just because I like having things precisely planned. I need to be prepared for my friends who over-schedule themselves to cancel on me sometimes. Why am I trying to be more easygoing about it? Because it probably sucks for those people to have me being so obsessive, but they deal with it. So can I. Fifthly, having roommate time is so excellent. I will miss you when you're in London.
Let's all share the milk!