my own personal hell: a never-ending day of frustrated errand-running.
especially when the root of this frustration is yuppy, SUV-wielding college freshmen.*
what's yours???
*there, now i have renewed my status as a true athens resident by exhibiting my anger at the return of "the students". you have to do that every year or the county fines you.
sometimes sweet. sometimes sour.
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Hear, hear.
Oh how I wistfully remember those days. After my first summer in Athens, I started to wonder why anyone left in the summertime. Ample parking downtown, open seats at sidewalk restaurants, and minimal overheard conversations from 19 year-old students about "you won't believe how drunk I got last night...."
That's why I went to Tech. :)
While sitting in 25-minute stand-stills on Milledge for all the look-alike girls to cross the street, I'd always start feeling really sad for the ones who didn't, well, look alike. There were always a couple I wanted to (non-creepily) pull aside and tell them I'd give them a ride back to their apartments and then advise them all the way there on how they just weren't gonna cut it but that's okay because there are so many more interesting and nice friends to be had than the ones flocking up and down Milledge Avenue in identical short black dresses.
yes. í too have had that urge.
i totally missed that title the 1st time @!! you've become quite proficient @ incidental, yet awesome compliments, & my ego thanks you.
thanks, i just found that poem the other day--did i ever send it to you?
what poem is that? and if iever had it, alas! it is gone.
the one inspired by the green hell...i´ll send it to you
i didn't even remember a poem; i just know i used to say & write that phrase often. i wonder which came 1st?
your phrase came first, then i wrote a poem & mentioned it.
okay, that poem i remember. i thought you meant i'd written one @ hell being green.
...good poem, though. real good. makes me seem cool.
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