Showing posts with label get outa his place; Mo. trip cancelled. Show all posts
Showing posts with label get outa his place; Mo. trip cancelled. Show all posts

12 March 2009

No Mo Trip

No, your favorite ugly duckling has not slipped into a(n in-)voluntary case of ebonics. What this is is official notice that there will be no Spring Equinox camping trip for this bird.

As disappointed as I am, reason had to win the day over the very typical Cygnuspontanaeity.

Preparations continue at the rate of $2/ day in food storage towards an eventual move. In fact the deadline has been set; one reason for postponing the roadtrip-- camping for four days now would cost me near four months more racing rats, and that's rabid sickness, man...

Another reason is to redouble efforts to get a like-minded family member out of the concrete jungle ahead of schedule... any way I can help only aides me in the long run, i ken... ever needs fall out of the city fast, I have a warm, known spot to skedaddle to...

So while it rips at my soul to have to do it, I gotta do what I gotta do.

And I gotta get out of this place...not sooner 'sooner'; sooner 'later'...

Here's one for ya, Uncle...



Trust me...:P

Slainte!

Cygnus