First off, I just signed in to Blogger and noticed the 'language' button. I was really tempted to hit German but figured it wouldn't actually translate MY words into German, just the rest of the blog set-up. That was sort of a let down.
Also a let down: That I didn't start a blog about moving from a crazy-town SF to Big D four years (and 14 days...and three hours) ago, when I first pulled up to that sketchy house on Penrose (that story coming soon).
FAIL. FAIL. FAIL. My loss. And yours, too. That's the worst part. That nobody gets to read my rants and misadventures, like when I drank the sweet tea shroom punch unknowingly and freaked out floating down the river with 50 hippies- though who needs drugs to be afraid of 50 hippies.
I'm considering going back in time via my teleporter and writing up some thoughts. Or just compressing them all into several blogs over the next two months, entitled "What I Did on My Texas Vacation." It's going to be an edge-of-your-seat thriller. Watch out.
Update - I had dreams about tornadoes the past two nights in a row. Not cool. It hasn't even been cloudy here. Last night's dream involved taking shelter in Directorz because it was a warehouse and the tornado was going right over us and the building was swirling around and shit was getting crazy. Nope. Never been in a real tornado. Just been in about 40 of them in my dreams.
So stay tuned for my unwanted, mostly unwarranted opinions and discoveries about Texas and myself in the coming months. First one will either involve tears or fake southern charm. I can't wait, can you?
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