I can hardly stand it.
In 2 days I can leave town.
Leave Rehearsals.
City workouts.
To hop in a convertible and drive 8.5 hours to near Southern South Dakota for some campa campa camping at the KOA Kampground. They have a Singing/Poetry reading cowboy that also makes pancake breakfasts. Pan. Cake. Breakfasts.
Badlands, Wall Drug, Dinosaur Nat'l Park...Rushmore. (OMG, the people that'll be out there!)
Or I'll just sit poolside with a book, drinking a cocktail out of a plastic cup. Covered in SPF 30 and bug spray just...lounging.
I may have to scoop mo-peppa out of bed in the early a.m., toss her a$$ in the car, and head out of town early. Like, 5 a.m. on Friday? Damn I'm impatient.
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I've still got Foucalt's Pendulum, my 1/2 b'day bookie, and I need to finish "La Petit Vas Defrens" and "A Million Little Pieces of Lies"
I'm still throwing you in the car at 5 a.m.
fajaia? Fajita?
what is this convertible that you keep speaking of?!
ctumdsqy
cumquat, lindsey?
I'm trading cars with mom and dad for the weekend. Mom gets the gay purple Easter egg Saturn. M and M get the Chrysler Pervertible.
Rag top down so our hair can flow.
vntemj?
Venti Mocha Juice
jealous.
One word for the convertable scene: sunscreen. Oh, and for the mopster, ponytail holder (well, thats two words). Remember those my young convertable padawan and you will have a most excellent trip. Enjoy!
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