it's the only package you can bring / it's all that you can't leave behind
The deed is done.
Subject: talk
I don't know how to start this. What I really want is to talk face to face, but that's difficult to arrange. There are things we need to go over. I owe you that at least. So when you get a chance over the next week or so, call.
Obvious | 7/21/2005 10:51:00 PM
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Name: Obvious
Location: Amtrak 500
Industry: Government / Academia
Occupation: Political Operative / Student
About Me: Smartass, grade-whore, troublemaker, agent provacateur, outcast, refuge, pin-puller, no-good hack.
See also: Sucker, Sap.
Because you can't stay away from blogging when it's free..
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, / And sorry I could not travel both / And be one traveler, long I stood / And looked down one as far as I could / To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair, / And having perhaps the better claim, / Because it was grassy and wanted wear; / Though as for that the passing there / Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay / In leaves no step had trodden black. / Oh, I kept the first for another day! / Yet knowing how way leads on to way, / I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh / Somewhere ages and ages hence: / Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— / I took the one less traveled by, / And that has made all the difference.
— Robert Frost
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It's begun. He wants to meet. Tried calling too, but I couldn't take it, and if he calls again, I'll asnwer, but I'll just tell him I can't say anything until we can meet.
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