no, i mean it, i *love* the desert.
this is hell week.
tonight: my friends from back South play the Solid State. gotta go see them rock out.
wednesday: have to see a dance concert downtown for my modern dance class.
thursday: Language Major meeting; I'M GOING TO SEE LIGHTNING BOLT!
friday: history paper #1 due.
saturday: anthro paper #2 due. go as mobprod's date to Westender.
HEAD-EXPLODY!
this is hell week.
tonight: my friends from back South play the Solid State. gotta go see them rock out.
wednesday: have to see a dance concert downtown for my modern dance class.
thursday: Language Major meeting; I'M GOING TO SEE LIGHTNING BOLT!
friday: history paper #1 due.
saturday: anthro paper #2 due. go as mobprod's date to Westender.
HEAD-EXPLODY!
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That's a little different than _that_ desert you're in there. I luurve that desert too.
The thing that sticks with me the most about deserts is the way they smell. God I love that shit. I love roses and Jasmine too, which is all over the place here, but there is something about the smell of cottonwoods blooming in the spring, or creosote bushes after a rain...dry wet watery smell. mmm mmm.
Are you seeing a local dance group or touring?
dear god it's late.
I spell badly. it angers me.
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