As I sat on the lightrail today with my music blasting, I wondered what cheese awaits for me at the end of this maze we call life. Will it be Monterey Jack? or my favorite Parmesan? Oh! The excitement. I’m anxious to find out what it’ll be, not that I’m excited for my maze to finish … but at this point it’s all about the cheese and I’m hungry dammit.
Yes. I’m hungry, but not for my cheese just yet.
I’m hungry for excitement and adventure. Or maybe just a nice relaxing weekend curled up on my couch watching movies?
Either or. I’m not picky. If you feel the same, give me a call before coming over, I’ll franticly clean up my apartment and when you walk in, I’ll be sweating profusely and apologies that my apartment is a wreck. When in actuality it’s the nicest it’s looked in weeks. Then we can commence the movie watching all weekend.
Yes, it will be an exciting, adventurous weekend.
Now where is my cheese?
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Derek December 17, 2007
Cheese is good for you, I hear, though probably not as good as when its the reward for hard or not to hard work. But I do like cheese too, so why not get a little while you can.
Then, when every crumb is clean, we use our Popeye strength to break out of the maze and go get plastered in a right proper pub.