Some nostalgic musings, totally vapid

This past week, I pretty much blew off the gym, so I have only progressed 23 miles from Flagstaff, with 110 miles to go to Kingman. Some crazy new photos are in the works. Summer is winding down, sadly, but I must say it has been a good one. And, I love my new school, the fourth graders I'm teaching, and, in general, my life. My PhD program begins in a couple of weeks, so I am sure my life will change in ways I can't even imagine. I have good friends. One of them made me smile when he brought me a packet of soup - you know, like the knorr's soups - only this was a Jamaican instant soup mix called Cock soup, made from hearty Jamaican cocks. I haven't tried the cock soup lately, but am anxious to find out if Jamaican cocks are as tasty as I've heard. Would you rather bungee jump off of the Golden Gate Bridge or walk naked into a McDonalds and place an order?
Here is one of my world famous alphabetized lists. These are the smells which please me:

Antique Stores
Bubble Gum
Crayons
Dryer exhaust
Earl Grey Tea
Fireworks
Grills, charcoal
Hershey bars
Inscense (Nag Champa)
Jasmine Rice
Kool-aid
Leather
Marijuana
Nutmeg
Onions, cooking
Permanent marker
Quilts, old
Root Beer
Sharpened pencils
Toast
Umbrellas, wet
Vicks
Woodsmoke
Xmas
Yeasty Bread
Zest soap

Hi. I have been remiss in my blogging lately. It's back to school time for us teachers, and a change of building and grade have consumed me. I'm ten miles west of Flagstaff, with 123.2 miles to go to Kingman, AZ. Flagstaff looks to be a very lovely place. It is from here that Pluto was discovered. I wonder where Uranus was discovered. Ted Danson is from Flagstaff. That's about all the trivia I could dig up. Check out the pink pony ad for Progressive Insurance online. Talk soon.

Winslow AZ skank central

I've made it to Winslow, Arizona. In 55 miles I will make it to Flagstaff. One of the photos shows me cavorting merrily into some godforsaken meteor crater. Winslow, as all of us who were dragged mercilessly through the 70s might remember, was made famous in the 1974 Eagles tune "Take It Easy" ("I was standing on a corner in Winslow Arizona, etc., etc., and so on"), a song about a guy whose cross to bear in life was that he had seven women who wanted to fuck him, but he sees another in a flatbed Ford who he wants to fuck. This guy had a tough gig. Do I sound like a bitter old dame who wanted to be one of those skanks in this guy's fantasy? Perhaps. But, as it turns out, Winslow has about 1,000 more men than women right now, so a girl might actually be able to be a bit fussy about who she does.

See you in the big F.