It's beginning to look a lot like.
Boy oh boy! I spent the first part of the week on the other side of the state. Why and where? Well of course it was in quaint little Mt. Holly where my dear girlfriend Caroline resides. I set out to surprise her on Monday morning only to find myself hopelessly lost at around noon (thanks to the fallacy that is MapQuest.) 40 minutes behind my projected arrival time, I grew weary and decided to call Caroline's brother, Stewart for help. The road that was supposed to be taking me to downtown Mt. Holly instead took me through a huge oil tank facility that spanned both sides of the road and several city blocks before it came to a dead end. Upon my describing my situation, Stewart gave his grim response "You're in TANK TOWN!"
At that very moment my heart sank and yours would too if you had been hearing it, for there was something in the manner of his speech that seemed to suggest a certain doom that came with the dread TANK TOWN.
Luckily for me I managed to escape the oil tankers and eventually a kind soul at a Citgo station directed me to Main Street and from there it was quite easy.
All three days of my stay went well. We exchanged gifts, I got to spend time with her family and of course it was a treat just to spend time with her for two days. We ate ourselves silly with ice cream Monday night and saw "Walk the Line" in Gastonia's theater on Tuesday. If you every cared to know anything about Johnny Cash, check it out.
Since I've been back home I've done little but procrastinate starting my laundry. Who need's clean clothes anyway? I'll just cover myself with dampened napkins when every possible clothing source is exhausted. It's just my little way of sticking it to the man...
Who came up with the name sofa? That's just the lazy man's way of saying couch!!!
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