currently wondering
why is it that in most [but certainly
not all] cases, it seems as though there is an unspoken onus on ME
to visit everyone ELSE? i realize i don't live in a glamorous city, or
divine apartment. but i like to think i'm hospitable. it's fun to have
visitors. i've got beds and couches galore. apparently, i myself am not
enough of a draw for a sporadic visit or two.
or, perhaps, this is just the life of a stable twentysomething single. the ability to just pick up and go is a nice thing to have. then again, so are guests.
excuse my momentary insecurities. i think it's going to be one of those weeks.
or, perhaps, this is just the life of a stable twentysomething single. the ability to just pick up and go is a nice thing to have. then again, so are guests.
excuse my momentary insecurities. i think it's going to be one of those weeks.
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((seriously, I think it's because you are SO GOOD at roadtripping and you enjoy driving. but you're right, it's inappropriately disproportionate))
I would come to viist you but you live so far away I would probably get lost.... :OP
[[and yes, i think that's part of it. ah, the blessings and curses of being known as The Designated Roadtripper. sigh.]]
paul - that is definitely !#$!#@$. [btw, did you really say she needs to tell them it's !#$!#@$? actually i'm just curious about your vernacular allowances. how about *&%^#? or ^%$*(@? or even... the dreaded..... %$@!?]
and for the record: i'm assuming you still really would get lost if you tried to drive here, am i right?
yes.