Where the hell are you, Wonderlust? |2:41 PM|
A buddy of mine went and got himself missing person'd. He apparently vanished some time yesterday morning, and his local friends and girlfriend are concerned. I say local friends, because I knew the guy from online. Point and laugh if you will, but I do give a damn about him.
I knew he was considering a trip, and he was going to make it quiet, but I assumed he'd at least leave a better and more detailed note than the "I'm sorry, I need some time, not going to hurt myself, sorry."
If you're looking for a place to crash, you doofus, there's room on my couch. Of course, it'd take you at least 34 hours to reach my couch.
I'll even turn the 7.5 foot tall painting of myself around to face away from you.
I know I say this once every 3 months or so, but goddammit Blogger was pissing me off.
Beyond the houston trip, the random person's appendecitis, the play, and that despite their now gargantuan size, my aquarium's sucker fish have apparently stopped doing their job, the search for free, exploitable breasts, the rock climbing all needs to be updated because I feel like it.Labels: Wonderlust
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