Greetings, programs. (50 points for anyone who can tell me what movie that is from)
Well, I'm still stuck in Nowhere, NC, with very little time for anything resembling fun. It is like taking oxygen from my lungs. We have been very busy. I am quite depressed. No fun for Leebo.
Things are winding down and I am hopeful to be home for a few before my adventure in British Columbia. I like British Columbia very much, and I hope it will be fun.
My current North Carolina body count is 3 birds, a squirell, and angry hornet, a frog and a snake. I have killed all these things with Serenity, the PT Cruiser that will never forgive me for bringing it here again, but as long as she gets me back, it'll be ok.
I'm hoping that a.) I get to Wimington for some r+r and b.) I won't be here for the 4th of July. Though if I am, I'll watch the fireworks over the U.S.S. North Carolina and the Cape Fear river and think to myself that there could be worse places to be.
The plan is to be here through the weekend and see how next week shapes up.
I want two things upon my departure.
One, I want to buy some kick ass fireworks in South Carolina to bring back home. If I'm leaving after July 4th, well, I'll get them at half price and it'll be a helluva New Years.
And two, I want one day relaxing on a beach with the damn phone turned off.
Until then, I long for Florida.
4 comments:
You must leave that awful place. The Fred, she calls you.
The Fred calls indeed. We shall hook up when I return, my little Crabcake.
It is from the movie TRON. Now, gimme my 50 pts.
What is this The Fred you speak of?
You have the points, Mike Guerdon.
And you are a gock.
The Fred is Fred Howard Park in Tarpon Springs, when sometimes you can see Cheryl sunning her bum.
Not me, her real bum.
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