Mr. Brown can moo, can you?
How now Brown cow?
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Scotch. Scotch. Scotch.
Yeah I'm done. Finnished. Finito
With everything.
Well not really, things are just getting started
And it's about to get so much worse.
Well not really worse, just crazier- busier.
And now that we're almost at the three week countdown, I'm getting very nervous.
I don't want to start cramming my life into 3 or 4 suitcases, it will make it too real.
I can totally see myself hurrying to pack on the second. And then forgetting stuff.
Do you want to do it for me?
Oh, wouldn't it be great if we had suitcases that packed for us...Yeah I guess those would just be robots or AI...
Well then, I think I'll just be going now. Now that I'm dumb
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Wednesday, August 12, 2009
No not me. I'm far from perfect, but life is pretty swell right now. It really is close to perfect. And this?..this is just me.
It's the crazy ramblings from my brain, stuff I can't hold on to anymore. Stuff that I need to share, or just let go of.
It's the crazy ramblings from my brain, stuff I can't hold on to anymore. Stuff that I need to share, or just let go of.
2 thoughts from other misfits:
i like packing. well, maybe not LIKE...but i don't mind it. it's the UNpacking that i loathe.
me too!! I absolutly hate unpacking. After we go away or on vacation or something my suitcase just sits on my bedroom floor and as I use something it gets unpacked.
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