Well. Helya and I decided that there is absolutly nothing to do in Tallahassee. I mean, truly, nothing what-so-ever.
But I got to ride in a '72 Nova.
And we almost crashed a party, and Helya fell when we ran away.
We played around in Aarons truck at the circle K.
Floyd continues to be an idiot.
And we gave random guys our phone # when we drove by.
And they called me at 2:30am this morning.
Oooh Tallahassee. How I wont miss you at all.
I had something profound to say but its been lost. Work in 30 minutes. For 3 long hours.
There are no Publix's in California. Hallelujah.
OH! If anyone wants a postcard from europe give me your address so I can write you heartfelt notes from the city of love.