'the adventures of a thirty-ish university graduate' or, alternately and perhaps much more aptly: 'as mad as a barking fox'

Tuesday, September 21, 2004

what it is ain't exactly clear

what it comes down to is this:

tomorrow night, i'll not be walking to billings bridge, where i'll not be getting on the number 114 Kanata, and then i'll not be dinging at the greek souvlaki house. from there, i will not proceed across the road, and then down another block. i'll not be taking my first right onto wilshire, and i'll most definately not be going to second last house on the right.

the reasons for this are tossed up in the air, but really, i'm listening to that little voice that guides me. actually, it's not so little, it's kind of loud and obnoxious and tells secrets to you, like my justin timberlake guilty pleasure music listening.

wait....did i just type that?


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