:: Oh, Look, A Tumbleweed ::
Guildenstern: Our names shouted in a certain dawn...a message...a summons...There must have been a moment where we could have said no. But somehow we missed it. Rosen-? Guil-? Well, we'll know better next time. Now you see me, now you- -Tom Stoppard, R&G Are Dead
And thus it comes to this :: Saturday, November 22, 2003 ::
I feel that tonight can only be demonstrated through interpretive dance. So here we go. Interpretive Dance Done Blogger Style:
Drive. Drive. "There has to be a fucking parking space in this entire complex!" Drive. Park. Walk. Talk. Walk. Talk. Walk. Talk. Browse. Watch. Debate. Arm. Walk. Walk. Walk. Talk. Talk. Talk. Walk. Walk. Walk. Talk. Talk. Talk. Drive. Eat. "I am going to pay you back." "No, you're not." "Yes, I am." Talk. Eat. Drive. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Nervously Laugh. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. "Uh..." "Hmm..." Drive. Update Blog.
Okay, so it may have taken almost twenty minutes, but it put me in an almost euphoric state. It was really nice.
:: Nick Saturday, November 22, 2003 [+] ::
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