4 the mare

i thought my flight was at 9...its at 11...so im now sitting here waiting for time to go by so i can leave for the airport. i cant wait to get back in north carolina, dirty dirty. i know tonight ill be eating bbq, sweet tea and hush puppies so im already knowing its going to be amazing. tomorrow night camping with a keg, oh god. so basically my whole visit will be a haze is what im gathering out of this.

i cant wait to get out of shittyappolis, feels like ive been here forever. this one routine in one are forever, like clockwork. wake up, shave, brush teeth, put clothes on, train to work, slave, get off, drink, eat, watch a movie, sleep, wake up, shave, brush teeth...just on and on. this past week as been rather interesting and not very routine. its been too good. it might make me slightly miss mpls when im in NC. well have to wait and see. all i know is the new Ryan Adams cd is AMAZING.

packing, i fucking hate packing. really all i need is my laptop, blackberry, ipod, cigs, alice in wonderland, and my wallet. hate packing a toothbrush and razor. why cant that just be supplied to me wherever i go rather than having to tug this stuff around. why cant i be bruce willis and not have to pack. this last paragraph has totes sucked. uh so stupid i cant write anymore. how can i write when i think about you.

we all have life goals and fantasies. mine is the most unbelievable andd far fetched but im going to write about it anyhow. i want to save up alot of money and move to england. i want to learn the art of pickpocketing and live on the streets and travel across europe and just steal from peoples pockets to keep me alive. when im done and ready ill move in with my mom and restore my financial situation. during that time ill write a book about how i lived off the contents of peoples pockets. i think it would be awesome. if only fear and doubt didnt exist, i would be pickpocketing right now instead of updating a blog in minneapolis