Seriously! All I ask is to be let out of my hamster wheel in the afternoon for a stroll with a little direction. You know, catch some breeze, take in a vista or two, tell some innocent bystander to stanch their orifice and then laugh. But no. We all gotta work. I gotta view my comp screen whilst inhaling the sweet perfume of truckers' body odor and keeping my sass to myself. Think I'll steep myself some tea and look at inspiring images of anywhere else. Here, for example . . the kind of place where you can relax and your only worry is keeping your eyelids from freezing shut. Aaaaaah. Nice.
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Hey, that place will be here by the time february comes around. They do have ice storms north of TO don't they? Your post reminds me of an old desire to create a giant hampster ball for a human to fit inside and then take it to burning man in the back of a truck. Doesn't everyone have dreams like that when they're in grade 10?
Of course they do!
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