Greetings from Humpday
Good morning, Sodom and Gomorrah. Good morning, sinners.
Last night I dreamt I was visiting Paris. The food was amazing. And I was enjoying the language, even though I didn't understand a thing. I really should go there when I'm awake.
So yesterday I rode my bike to the post office and, on the way back, I happened by my old, circa 1992/1993 apartment. It looked to have been recently vacated, so I rode up to take a look. It had. Been recently vacated, I mean. Peeking through the windows immediately took me back to 1992, and I considered, just for a second, looking into renting it again. Ah, if only going back in time were that easy. That was an exciting time for me. I was on my own for the first time in my life, having gone from Mom to the dorms to Wendy. But then I remembered how much I love the home I have now. How much I love my garage. And I guess even how much I love being 35. And I rode on.
...back to my home and to an email dialogue that might just change my life. Further updates as they become available.
Switching gears quite violently, did you see this? Oh my God! This is so totally fucked. Reading this last night gave me goose bumps and made me feel like I was going to hurl. We should get the fuck out of there right now. Jesus Christ! I think that whole region might be too barbaric to continue to exist. Maybe it'd make a better parking lot for Israeli SUVs. I'm not kidding. What it shows, I think, is the degree of evolution of our respective societies. Or more specifically, that THEY haven't evolved past the biblical era. Whereas, for us, protest is distinctly non-violent, in the way of King and Ghandi, they do this. I am just disgusted. We should either turn that whole place into a parking lot or get the hell out of there pronto. These people are not worth the effort. Just sickening.
Last night I dreamt I was visiting Paris. The food was amazing. And I was enjoying the language, even though I didn't understand a thing. I really should go there when I'm awake.
So yesterday I rode my bike to the post office and, on the way back, I happened by my old, circa 1992/1993 apartment. It looked to have been recently vacated, so I rode up to take a look. It had. Been recently vacated, I mean. Peeking through the windows immediately took me back to 1992, and I considered, just for a second, looking into renting it again. Ah, if only going back in time were that easy. That was an exciting time for me. I was on my own for the first time in my life, having gone from Mom to the dorms to Wendy. But then I remembered how much I love the home I have now. How much I love my garage. And I guess even how much I love being 35. And I rode on.
...back to my home and to an email dialogue that might just change my life. Further updates as they become available.
Switching gears quite violently, did you see this? Oh my God! This is so totally fucked. Reading this last night gave me goose bumps and made me feel like I was going to hurl. We should get the fuck out of there right now. Jesus Christ! I think that whole region might be too barbaric to continue to exist. Maybe it'd make a better parking lot for Israeli SUVs. I'm not kidding. What it shows, I think, is the degree of evolution of our respective societies. Or more specifically, that THEY haven't evolved past the biblical era. Whereas, for us, protest is distinctly non-violent, in the way of King and Ghandi, they do this. I am just disgusted. We should either turn that whole place into a parking lot or get the hell out of there pronto. These people are not worth the effort. Just sickening.
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