May. 12th, 2016
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May. 12th, 2016 12:35 amI used to tell people I lived on "The Jollyville Road," instead of just Jollyville Road, which usually got them saying "How old are you?"
I tell people my home is the Texas Hill Country. If pressed for a city, I'll usually say my home is Austin. But in reality, I consider my home "Locke Hill" which is a forgotten town that hasn't existed in decades, now just a crossroads in Northwest San Antonio.
I live in Rural-ish Washington, and love it, my roomies who are City Folk, not so much.
Sometimes I wonder if my Texan soul is way older than my Texan body.
I tell people my home is the Texas Hill Country. If pressed for a city, I'll usually say my home is Austin. But in reality, I consider my home "Locke Hill" which is a forgotten town that hasn't existed in decades, now just a crossroads in Northwest San Antonio.
I live in Rural-ish Washington, and love it, my roomies who are City Folk, not so much.
Sometimes I wonder if my Texan soul is way older than my Texan body.
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May. 12th, 2016 01:36 pmMaking box lunches for the next week equals six hours of cooking. Six hours of cooking apparently equals running a marathon, according to my body. Thirteen hours of sleep later, my muscles STILL feel like 20 pounds of bagged sand. Each.
Ended up calling in for work. Gonna try to make up for it by drawing a comic to cover it.
Ended up calling in for work. Gonna try to make up for it by drawing a comic to cover it.