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Nov. 5th, 2005 07:56 amNew York cow shit smells totally different than Wisconsin cow shit.
Seriously.
After 19 hours in a rented van and eight hours in a Super8 motel, I have arrived in Vermont. It took over two hours to get through Chicago because the 294 by-pass was moving at an average of five miles-per-hour the entire breadth of Chicago. New York has the most outrageously expensive toll roads ever. Gas was only $2.11 per gallon in Ohio. New Yorkers drive like retarded assholes and all their service employees are idiots who strive hard to be annoying, reveling in the hatred spewed upon them by those they annoy. I just found out at a Burger King outside Rochester, NY that there have been riots in Paris for something like nine days now. What a world.
Jacquelyn is asleep next to me, as I, the ever-sleepless one, write a journal entry. Her family all seem pleasant enough even though both she and her family profess to be dysfunctional. Who ISN'T dysfunctional? Whose family doesn't have weirdness and issues? Jacqui says they were acting weird, but since I have no frame of reference, I can't be sure. I will be doing my best to set them at ease. I don't want them to be putting up a show, a facade, wearing a million ugly masks while I am here. I'd much rather see them as they are. So far they're all every funny and make fun of each other a lot. But it's not malicious. There's love there.
I do miss my friends and family in Wisconsin, but I also love New England. Vermont may make the best cheddar in the world, but my home-state cow shit smells better.
Seriously.
After 19 hours in a rented van and eight hours in a Super8 motel, I have arrived in Vermont. It took over two hours to get through Chicago because the 294 by-pass was moving at an average of five miles-per-hour the entire breadth of Chicago. New York has the most outrageously expensive toll roads ever. Gas was only $2.11 per gallon in Ohio. New Yorkers drive like retarded assholes and all their service employees are idiots who strive hard to be annoying, reveling in the hatred spewed upon them by those they annoy. I just found out at a Burger King outside Rochester, NY that there have been riots in Paris for something like nine days now. What a world.
Jacquelyn is asleep next to me, as I, the ever-sleepless one, write a journal entry. Her family all seem pleasant enough even though both she and her family profess to be dysfunctional. Who ISN'T dysfunctional? Whose family doesn't have weirdness and issues? Jacqui says they were acting weird, but since I have no frame of reference, I can't be sure. I will be doing my best to set them at ease. I don't want them to be putting up a show, a facade, wearing a million ugly masks while I am here. I'd much rather see them as they are. So far they're all every funny and make fun of each other a lot. But it's not malicious. There's love there.
I do miss my friends and family in Wisconsin, but I also love New England. Vermont may make the best cheddar in the world, but my home-state cow shit smells better.