tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608291.post-59801032776890333692008-04-30T10:13:00.000-07:002008-04-30T10:15:22.887-07:00<span style="font-family:georgia;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/evehorizon/50157155/" title="slc by evehorizon, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/28/50157155_e31ca1c9bb.jpg" alt="slc" height="333" width="500" /></a></span><br /><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">Do you say <i style="">artsy</i> or <i style="">arty</i>?<o:p></o:p></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">Dang these pretty girls, I prefer <i style="">artistic</i>, but I say, ‘um, <i style="">artsy</i>.’<o:p></o:p></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">I am not lacking for invitations these days, but am sorely in need of the will to say, ‘LOOK! OVER THERE!’ and runrunrun. My calendar is a bullet-ridden ramparts, pock marked and refilled with red clay mortar. My checking account is teeming with the blood money of broken dates and rendezvous. I am afraid to open my inbox, I just know it has been rigged for my displeasure. <o:p></o:p></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">That said, I cannot deny the excitement around me at the moment, and if karma is to intervene in my personal affairs, at least it has seen fit to put me up in nice accommodations. I am booking flights for <st1:city><st1:place>Denver</st1:place></st1:city> and <st1:city><st1:place>Salt Lake City</st1:place></st1:city>, the latter muchly appreciated for its blue laws and mild alcoholic content.</p>/brandon\http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450625039521910963noreply@blogger.com