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A New York driver's dream.
Thursday, 19 August 2004 12:50Why is it a NY driver's dream? Because all the major highways here have a speed limit of 75, with a minimum of 50 or 55. To think, most major highways in the Northeast have a speed limit of 55 or 65. Straightaways, long roads, 75 MPH speed limit equals fun! Oh, goodie!
This week seems to have gone by WAY, WAY TOO QUICKLY. It seems like I just got here yesterday, and tomorrow morning I have to leave. Where the hell did the week go? I'm kind of dreading the trip back tomorrow, for I know I have a whole pile of obligatory shit I'm gonna have to sift through. It's just very laid back and relaxing here, and the transition of going back to the sanitarium that is my house doesn't interest me very well. Oi. But, I do have a couple of things to look forward to--college starts in about 2 weeks for me, and so I'll only have to put up with the insanity of defunct children for just a brief while longer. Hopefully I end up with a roommate that isn't a party animal, although one that may speak a little more English. That way if I try to hint to him that I want to look at porn, he won't give me a confused look, akin to a MGS guard: "Huh? What was that noise?"
And so, I reiterate: where the hell did the last 4 days go? It's as if God, despite everything he threw at me to deter this whole trip from happening: tropical storms, obsence costs of travel, bodily functions...somehow I feel as if I one-upped God. However, knowing my track record with Morgan Freeman, I'm gonna end up paying for it in the form of finding a pile of coagulated sperm on my pillow, courtesy of Rob. He better have cleaned it up, or he will wake up with a nasty surprise from me. I'm sure he doesn't like the smell or feel of spermicide-tainted sperm. I'll give him a full condom or two...or three. If I had almost no qualms about throwing one to the loud group of Asians at New Paltz, then sure as hell I'll have no qualms about giving Rob a little souvenir from me.
Now, I sit here, guzzling some nice, prime grog, fresh from an aluminum can. Yum. (slurps) Hmm...I don't want to go back tomorrow.
Don't you wish that sometimes you could drop all obligation? Hell, I'm not even gonna have time to rest after my 9 hour travel tomorrow, going right back to work on Saturday, 12-9.
Only 2 more weeks...surely I can resist the urge to be locked in a padded room for two more weeks. If not, well...may the rats eat your eyes! I am now lost to your cause! The darkness comes!
April, find me a strait jacket. I may need it. I'll be talking to you tomorrow. (hugs)
Now, to enjoy the rest of my time here. I just have one request: God, slow down the fucking clock!
This week seems to have gone by WAY, WAY TOO QUICKLY. It seems like I just got here yesterday, and tomorrow morning I have to leave. Where the hell did the week go? I'm kind of dreading the trip back tomorrow, for I know I have a whole pile of obligatory shit I'm gonna have to sift through. It's just very laid back and relaxing here, and the transition of going back to the sanitarium that is my house doesn't interest me very well. Oi. But, I do have a couple of things to look forward to--college starts in about 2 weeks for me, and so I'll only have to put up with the insanity of defunct children for just a brief while longer. Hopefully I end up with a roommate that isn't a party animal, although one that may speak a little more English. That way if I try to hint to him that I want to look at porn, he won't give me a confused look, akin to a MGS guard: "Huh? What was that noise?"
And so, I reiterate: where the hell did the last 4 days go? It's as if God, despite everything he threw at me to deter this whole trip from happening: tropical storms, obsence costs of travel, bodily functions...somehow I feel as if I one-upped God. However, knowing my track record with Morgan Freeman, I'm gonna end up paying for it in the form of finding a pile of coagulated sperm on my pillow, courtesy of Rob. He better have cleaned it up, or he will wake up with a nasty surprise from me. I'm sure he doesn't like the smell or feel of spermicide-tainted sperm. I'll give him a full condom or two...or three. If I had almost no qualms about throwing one to the loud group of Asians at New Paltz, then sure as hell I'll have no qualms about giving Rob a little souvenir from me.
Now, I sit here, guzzling some nice, prime grog, fresh from an aluminum can. Yum. (slurps) Hmm...I don't want to go back tomorrow.
Don't you wish that sometimes you could drop all obligation? Hell, I'm not even gonna have time to rest after my 9 hour travel tomorrow, going right back to work on Saturday, 12-9.
Only 2 more weeks...surely I can resist the urge to be locked in a padded room for two more weeks. If not, well...may the rats eat your eyes! I am now lost to your cause! The darkness comes!
April, find me a strait jacket. I may need it. I'll be talking to you tomorrow. (hugs)
Now, to enjoy the rest of my time here. I just have one request: God, slow down the fucking clock!
