| Did you know New Era is what Lays potatoe chips used to be called?
Interesting, if you're into that sort of thing. New Era is a village between here and Traverse City. Many of you know this place better than you know. The chocolate milk we drink at lunch is made at a dairy farm near this place. This is irrelevent. What is relevent then?
New Era. This got me thinking. Era. Eras. What exactly is an "era"? There's no way to say that it's any sure amount of time. There could be an era of me eating eggs with syrup. Or there is an era of me having a car. An era of me being alive (on a related note, I plan to live forever. So far so good). There's many era's happening to each of us right now. I'll share. I have a new era (catch the reference now?) of being so much more connected to the world through the internet, but at the same time I have less of a connection to single people. Perhaps this is the myspace trend (and who wouldn't love Fox News!?), or perhaps it's just a natural progression from A to C. Prolly both.
I'll share with you something else. I have a very big problem with jealousy. So much so, I go into the past to find faults with people and things, then bring them up today. Now, I know what you're thinking, but this is not a parable from Matthew or Luke. But where is this reference to the era theme? You see, I do this with Abbie. I do it to her. I go back to when mistakes were made, contemplate on how well I compare, etcetera. All this, for no good reason but to see what I missed, make myself feel like I did at the time.
I'd like to stop, but you see, I'm not a very religious person (knock on wood), so it's hard to find spiritual reconcile for this. Abbie doesn't seem to care at all, which is equally bittersweet. So maybe this will make me stop. Doubt it! I'm doing it right now. I guess I'm trying waaaay to hard to get attentions.
You're all on myspace. Don't blame you...white chocolate.
At least I'm not trying way to hard to be something I'm not. I hate poetic bullshit.
So let's just say this is a Lays of not making a small thing into something...well, larger, to put it bluntly.
Been a long time since I've done that! Like...seven months or so. How would I know though?
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Just some chick...named Abbie? I think? Oh well...photographs well.
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| Weeeeeeeell then. Things are well. Computer has been broken. This makes me sad. But there's bigger fish to fry?
I was driving today...I felt like running into a car. But I didn't
because I was worried that it might ruin the weekend (haHA). Is that
sick or what? I wouldn't hesitate to say yes.
So the cottage is finally happening. For the last / first time in a while.
Abbie's still Abbie, so all's good. Riiiiight?
I won't be offended at all by the lack of interest or comments for
this. I don't blame all you neophytes for falling to the charms of New$
Corp. Way to go 'Bert!
That's it. Goodbye. Leave. And don't forget your free slice of bread.
Another fallen hero. I'll light a candle for ya' mate.
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