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| Good times=sitting at House Coffee on State St. drinking sweat tea and reading to Norah Jones. Mmmm...yummy.
If only I didn't have to write this paper. | | |
| When I brought Lisa and Josiah at the airport Josiah was screaming. Then he realized that I was leaving him and he screamed "daddy, daddy, daddy!" and reached for me as I walked away.
Sad
Alone | | |
| Drivers in Columbia: Lame! | | |
| I wonder if it's OK to feel unsettled most of the time. I remember feeling unsettled first in 1996. That was just the beginning of the crazy times. Maybe we are supposed to feel this way? Maybe we are not designed to feel comfortable? I wonder?
I wonder if my idea of buying an old school bus and traveling around the country (MX and Canada) seeking to help people and find adventure is OK? I wonder if anyone would come with us? I wonder where I could find an old school bus? | | |
| So, tired. Maybe I'll play guitar. No, maybe I'll go to Sonic. No, maybe I'll drink a coke and write a paper. Yeah, that sounds good.
If I was a color I'd be green.
If I was a song I'd be something without words.
If I was a pet I'd be lost.
If I was a pair of shoes I'd be sitting in the back of my car. | | |
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