here we go

the neighbors brought us over a whole grilled chicken, a plate of rice/beans and salad. do we think it's a bribe? yes. is it working? possibly. does the music drumming thru my windows make me want to shoot a gun- absolutely. conflicted? yes. i hate polka music and i fucking hate mexican polka and singers singing in mexican where there is polka involved. i fucking HATE IT. fuck. i need to go to bed right now just so the music will go away. and hopefully not seep into my subconscious. i mean it's january (cripes in a half- february!) for godsake. why the fuck are we being subjected to such a thing. anyway the point of this was to show you desert pics so i'll do that- and you can ignore this angry beginning part... and i'll blog about annoying thin people who constantly complain about dieting and how impatience is paralyzing... so now, onward to the desert.

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hey i'm back from joshua tree... i know you missed me.

things gained: striped hoodie thing from outlet mall for $10.
things thought: i have unique friends... and mostly, they're pretty funny.
things got: sunburned cheeks, scuffed up wrist.
things dreamed: a really nasty mean baby pig kept trying to get into my tent. so not cool.
things observed: stars, but i couldn't say for sure which direction i was headed.
things climbed: rocks, crev'aces, paths, sand, conversation
things tempered: 11 degrees, 28 degrees, 60 degrees...

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a really friendly bunny, quail (a pack of them), 1 coyote, 2 hot dogs, 0 tacos : ( , 5 poloroids, 2 120's, too much complaining, 1 bossy boss, 1 tea nazi, a mom, and a couple... 1 lizard, 4 crows, and a gaggle of photographers standing constantly around, and northanger abby ch.1-12.

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1 sunrise, 1 frost, 1 starbucks, 1 last piece of log... and lots of chatter.

photos to come...
~M