How Are You Going To Do It?
6January 18, 2014 by sandwichcontrol
We’re gonna use the earrings we found in the couch.
Morning friends. There is so much snow. It is blinding. I’m sure glad that I broke my sunglasses a few months ago. I’m also glad that I forgot to bring my goggles. I’m glad because I can now see time.
beeeoohh beeeooohh beeeoooohh
Yesterday was a day of exploring. I checked out a few places that had peaked my interest in my preliminary research on this place. The first place I stopped was a joint called the Sweet Spot. Imagine a 1920’s French bar/candy shop/arcade with skee ball and Terminator 3 pinball. Did I play the ever-loving shit out of both? Yes. And I got some saltwater taffy to boot.
After that, it was a lot of walking. Luckily, the town is about 1000 feet lower in elevation from the place I’m staying, so breathing was much easier. This allowed me to get my walkabout on. I checked out stores and shops and shoppes. Yeah. I, somehow, thought it was a good idea to go into a quaint little bookshop wherein I allowed myself to be tricked into buying not only books, but also a t-shirt, by the cute girl working there. Dammit. The shirt is pretty badass, though. If only I could figure out how to add photos to the post…
Nope.
The WordPress app is seriously lacking in the creature comforts that I am used to. Or maybe I need a tutorial to actually learn to use it, for real.
Okay, well I should be on my way to more exploring. I was going to go for a hike today, but I’ve decided against it due to breathing constraints. So, I am going to head back into town to see what other t-shirts and books cute girls can sell me.
See ya’ tomorrow.
More soon. ~SC
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You want the Blogsy app for iPad.
This fool is staying at a beautiful ski lodge, in a state where marijuana is now legal for purchase, and the best he can muster is an “intense” game of pinball. It reminds me of when my grandparents and I went to some mountains in North Carolina and my fucking grandmother sat in the car rather than just get out and walk around and enjoy nature. Get yourself a small oxygen tank, put it on your bosses tab, walk your ass down to the bookstore like Darth Vader, and convince some cute stoner chick to come back to your lodge room to suck your dick in trade for all the bud she can smoke. CROM! Live a little old man! What’s the worst than can happen? At the very least go make a snow angel.
What Hok said.
Dang, son. Cute girls in book shoppe’s? That’s the kind of salesmanship seen in garden paradises, wherein snakes get you to eat forbidden apples of philosophical awakening. Tread softly, my friend. You are not in the real world
I agree with Dave
Because women are just dying to put a stranger’s nasty body parts in their mouths. Whee. Ugh.