Thursday, March 17, 2005


Life comes at you pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you’ll be reduced to opening blog posts with inane quotes from John Hughes movies.

My days in this particular Mapquest nexus grow short. I cannot stay and allow mold to grow beneath my feet any longer. The time has come to break loose of the comfortable roots and old routines that stagnate me, and move entirely different part of The Swamp.

I have grown weary of Orlando, with its tourist traps, garish neon, and sole cosmic function as a vacation destination. Therefore, I am moving to Daytona Beach. Because when you think thriving intellectual community, stable economy, and lack of invasion from the outside world, you think: Daytona. Orlando hasn’t made me happy, but I have every confidence that sharing the road with three-quarters of the galaxy’s biker population, encountering 17.4 drunk nineteen year olds for every public restroom, and turning over my days and nights to the following sound: “VROOM! VROOM! VROOM! VROOM! VROOM! VROOM! VROOM! GIT ‘ER DONE, JUNIOR!!!!!!!!” totally will.

not so much with the vrooming at:

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