Tag Archives: driving

Are thoughts reallie thinking?

I’m driving to work this morning and water droplets start to hit my windshield. I think to myself, “Is it raining?” I look at my windshield again; it is rapidly filling up with water. I think, “Man, I’m an idiot.”

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A Lack of Snow…

I my alarm went off at 4:42 and the first thing I did, even before I turned it off was look outside and determine that it hadn’t snowed an inch.  Then I put on some clothes and set off.  At … Continue reading

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Have been unavoidablie detained by the world…

expect us when you see us. So the storie of this week is epic and exciting in all the ways a storie can be.  There is fire and and excitement and romance and food.  THe food being the most exciting … Continue reading

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Dasie, Dasie…

There’s a song, and it starts off, “Dasie, Dasie, give me your answer.  Do.”  And it’s about a bicycle.  Or a woman.  I’m not completelie sure.  It’s also part of the reason I named my car Dasie.  The other reason … Continue reading

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Being the passenger…

It’s hard to be a good passenger.  You’re not in control.  What happens next is totally up to someone else and it’s your job to seem not only relaxed, but happie about that.  Trust is an important component in this … Continue reading

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written while driving

Current mood:discontent yes actually while driving. sunset highlights a farmhouse on the horizon out there. and lights up the jet trails that slice through the air. driving home tired, driving on fumes. I’m chasing Utopia, trying to get back to … Continue reading

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99 problems…

but a bitch ain’t one. That’s all I really get out of my weekly ride home. That, a healthy fear of death, and to the house of course. This weekend though I got a LiveJournal too. I’m not sure how … Continue reading

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