Road tripping along

My miniature road trip (I say miniature because it’s nothing compared to the roadtrip my friend Adriano is on as we speak) is nearing its apex. Today I travel to New Jersey to visit my old housemate Jess Levy.

Jess is the avatar of Greek goddess Aphrodite. If there was ever anybody who I thought was perfect, it’s Jess. (Note: this does not include Sarah Stoltzfus or Jean-Paul Vessel, who are Athena and Apollo incarnate respectively. You don’t know them, but you should. They rule.)

I’ve not seen Jess in nearly 18 months and she’s apparently developed a New Jersey accent in that time. My old roommate Trumpet Rob says it was always there, but it seems implausible that I would not notice something so basic.

Hey, I just realized: I didn’t wear any pants to the post office today.

Note: usually I just upload the whole image onto the front page, but you’ll need to zoom in to make any sense of the namedropping I do on this map (I don’t want to ruin it, but Dave Chappelle is mentioned), so there’s no sense doing that here.

Note 2: This is just an update, the final post will detail everything and explain just who all the people we stayed with are and all of my journeys.

Note 3: Today I leave my roadtripping buddy Sandy. I am sad. But we will trip again, this much is certain. She’s too awesome not to go elsewhere with.

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Pants to Self

I had an idea today, but I didn’t have a scratch piece of paper or notebook handy, so I wrote it on my jeans. That led me to a brilliant and marketable idea: pants you can write on!

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Last Year: Inferiority Complex
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Microfiction in a flash: 6-word stories

This is based on Hemingway’s greatest:

“For sale: baby shoes, never worn”

My own flash fiction attempts follow:

• This is a six-word story. . . . Damn!
• He’d never lie to his mistress.
• “Running away beats suicide,” he lied.
• He and his clone always bickered.
• “Sucks to be you,” Job said.
• Thousand tears streamed like a river.
• I’m afflicted by vegetarianism. It’s chronic.
• Popping out of existence felt good.
• Ironically, CAKE is a four-letter word.
• (Compound modifiers count as one word.)
• Cures, causes, who can tell now-a-days?
• This is fun. You should try.

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Haiku to Moofruot

Meshie, I miss you
I have search’d high and low
Where are you? Don’t know

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Shh!! He’ll hear us!

I’m staying in my friend Sandy’s house for the week. I met her roommate two hours ago. Soon after I met her boyfriend Matt.

They’re having sex right now. They’re trying to be quiet, but as you can see from this map,

________________
| . . . . . . . |
|______|O . . O |
| . . . . . . O |
|______| . . .  |
| Them | . . Me |
|_______________|
(No, the walls really are that thin), they can’t possibly be that quiet.

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Last Year: Stare at this title
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