April 19, 2003

Brice in Wonderland

I'm late...
I'm late...
For a very important date...
No time to say "Hello". "Good-bye".
I'm late, I'm late, I'm late...

I think that being late is no longer just something that I am always... it has become a lifestyle for me. Its as if I am out of phase with the world by about 9 minutes, and hence I am 9 minutes late to everything.

- Disjointed Thought --

You know you are old when you are tired of looking for quarters to do laundry. Well... I guess you know that you're bewteen the ages of 18 and 29 when you're looking for quarters to do laundry. But either way, you know that you have no life when you're looking for quarters on a Saturday night.

I guess its not so bad when you have you're little chicken shaped Egg Timer keeping you company so that you know when to go check your laundry. And I guess its also not that bad since I've always wanted to go back to college, and this is about as close as I'm going to get for awhile.

-- More Disjointed Thoughts --

Where has the time gone?
Why do all musicals sell lacquer boxes?
Why must I buy one at each musical that I see?
Why are musicals the only place in the world you'll find said lacquer boxes?
When am I going to fix the typos on my last post?

So many questions. and as always... so few answers.

Posted by Brice at April 19, 2003 09:14 PM