One thing is for certain, I have a bad case of wanderlust, especially this time of year. Wanderlust, that is, a great desire to roam around and travel, though I certainly can say I have my share of that second syllable, and sometimes, no scratch that, usually, the two coincide.
I get exited about a trip to K-mart, especially if there are men to sample at the deli counter when I get there.
What is that old saying something about the dick being greener on the other side of the fence?
... was it dick? Or was that grass? But I digress...
{I don't know I get my lustings all mixed up this time of year}
Just a random thought... nothing to see here.
I got to keep moving
I got to keep moving
blues falling down like hail
blues falling down like hail
And the day keeps on remindin' me,
there's a hellhound on my trail
hellhound on my trail
hellhound on my trail
-Robert Johnson
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robert johnson is awesome. you seem pretty awesome yourself.
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Miss you!
Peter, B.R., FL
So sad you're not at home anymore.
Tell us more about the matrix.
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