never meant to be a cheater
north carolina is extraordinarily peaceful. maybe it's the hundreds of thousands of hippies... the >$4/gal milk... the mudkips (aka tarheels)... although i spent far too much time under the angry yellow ball, yesterday at the arboretum with mike and jerri and their crazy adorable son; and today at the biltmore estate. and yet only my forehead got any sun, i guess it's shiny?
we got cheerwine, though, and delicious pizza from the mellow mushroom. we are both wildly relaxed. oh and we were in this little town called black mountain and i had a childhood memory literally unlocked before my eyes when i walked past a train caboose that'd been converted to an arts & crafts store.
anyway, we did manage to catch john adams tonight. that show is dangerous with a cliffhanger, like a ninja with a katana or b with /usr/bin/perl, i am absolutely dying for next week. and i found my visit to biltmore far more interesting, for some reason, since getting interested in this show. i walked into the big frickin dining room and saw the flags of the thirteen original colonies hanging around the ceiling and i was struck with a new pride, a puzzling and wonderful feeling.
I was pissed, thinking, "NOOOO! You can't end it here!"
And how creepy are French people? I guess that SNL sketch with T-Bone was right on afterall.
forget my email.
Hey, I've been to Black Mountain. I had a friend to went to Montreat College. Cool little town.
you bastard.