Sunday, December 18, 2005

A Lighthouse for the Drunk
Oh ho. So, they moved the lighthouse from the high school to a place that can be seen by any visitor entering the capital of New Iceland from the South, or leaving to the South which ever way you want to put it. I thought it was never going to move, only to stay in its, not so eternal, location until time and vandalism paid their dues. Sigh, guess not. Man, I hope this makes sense. There are a couple of pics of whence I shared my latest memories with that splendid light house with other ppls (Jen, Dan, Jon) that make me seem less weird. I only hang out with people that have three letters in their name ....on good days four and better days five, including nicknames.
Well, let’s hope it keeps snowing and then gets real cold. Need a nice crust on that snow, need to get on out there on me snowmobile, or I suppose I could just go now like everyone else. Tssss.
So I’ve been working out lately, trying to get rid of my exam fat. Nice. I was thinking maybe I should just go on the crack-cocaine diet. It works for the models. Plus, who doesn’t like going on a trip. Jealous?


1 Comments:

Blogger jess said...

i think you prefer to hang out with people who only have three or four letters in their names because it makes them easier to remember. i know that's MY excuse.

12:09 p.m.  

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