blue artichoke

Oh, I can totally give something up -- it's hard, but not that big a deal.

Making myself do something I don't enjoy, hell no. And that going to the gym thing... it just doesn't work for me.

I got my Vespa... I haven't ridden it yet. But it cranked right up! It looks bad-ass.

You got a Vespa, and you're sitting inside reading my blog? It's a beautiful day. You should be out there tearing up the streets, yelling "Outta my way! I'm from Blount County!" (even though only one of us has the plates to back that up).

Yes, I got a Vespa... and I was not only inside reading your blog, I was also reading LaFeber's "The New Empire." 'Tis an exciting life I lead.

Tomorrow, provided I finish the paper here in the next two hours, which leaves me the rest of the evening to complete my reading for tomorrow's class, I will practice riding up and down my street. It's a heavy thing, my Vespa, and I want to look like I know what I'm doing, as opposed to a freak who clearly has no idea what he's doing.

Perhaps we should try to plan a get together. It seems silly to live in the same city -- and what's more, for me to be at school around the corner from your house -- and not see one another.