reading a book
i’ve got this coffee cup that my aunt and uncle gave me several years ago. it has geese and reeds on it and always makes me think of English hunting deer with hounds. i pour cold wine into it and then i drink the wine.
there is really nothing that i know. sometimes i get really depressed. i get to feeling like walking on sidewalks and sitting in a chair drinking cold wine from a coffee cup. that is as far as i can get along that.
i thought, when i was a kid, that i would be crossing green valleys and distant hills. i heard the calls of birds and somewhere in the distance i could smell the smell of the ocean.
there is really nothing that i know. sometimes i get really depressed. i get to feeling like walking on sidewalks and sitting in a chair drinking cold wine from a coffee cup. that is as far as i can get along that.
i thought, when i was a kid, that i would be crossing green valleys and distant hills. i heard the calls of birds and somewhere in the distance i could smell the smell of the ocean.
posted by matt iv at 3:16 PM
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Hey Matt,
Just wanted to know that I love reading your blog, whether you are talking about social issues, dumpster exploring, comics or just minutely chronicling your day. Your passion at times drives me to tears and I am proud to call you my friend. I hope that you are having a beautiful day this the last day of may 2007. And I really hope to see you soon! (August 11th in Bismarck perhaps?) If you would send me an email in the near future it would be much appreciated. I have tried you on a couple of occasions and am not sure if my emails reached you... Take care.
Michelle
michelle.bierdeman@gmail.com
Hello Cousin! So now I actually have time to sit down and read some of your musings.
That last part about wanting to cross green valleys and distant hills struck very close to me, because since I was about ten, I have felt that same thing! Travelling across untamed fields, climbing mountains, exploring forests---for me, it's almost this "longing" (for lack of a better word) that I have, to be part of some adventure. Ever since I read "The Hobbit" (also when I was about ten) I've felt this way. Still do.
Hello Cousin! So now I actually have time to sit down and read some of your musings.
That last part about wanting to cross green valleys and distant hills struck very close to me, because since I was about ten, I have felt that same thing! Travelling across untamed fields, climbing mountains, exploring forests---for me, it's almost this "longing" (for lack of a better word) that I have, to be part of some adventure. Ever since I read "The Hobbit" (also when I was about ten) I've felt this way. Still do.
I just left that twice...sorry.
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