The Last Train to Clarkesville

[b_pendennis]

I thought this was a brilliant idea when I planned it: take the parents to the airport, take myself to the train station, take the scenic route up to college. Stare out the window at the Atlantic coast, maybe do some writing, catch up on some reading...watch the terrain change and view it all as some meditative, contemplative 'my life is changing'

Comments

[on_the_dot]

Did you write this before you got here? You are so emo. You're TRAIN emo. If you call me a snow bunny, I'll be laughing at you for days.

[b_pendennis]

I was taking a page out of Faulkner. I mean, it's the Deep South. Either I embrace my inner racist bastard, or I roll around in the emo like a dog who's just torn the bottom out of the garbage bag.

Besides, I'm pretty certain you're laughing at me for days whatever I do. I thought it was part of my charm.

[on_the_dot]

You are in fact a source of endless amusement to me. Ewwwww, emo drippings.

[austensibly]

Hi, Bill. Nice to see you, journal-wise. Jane here, obviously.

[b_pendennis]

Pleasure to see you when I'm not tormenting you with song in the hallways.

[austensibly]

You'd have to sing bad country or gangsta rap to hit levels of torment. Rockabilly doesn't do it.

Seriously. Ever been interested in musical theater?

[b_pendennis]

Seriously? I've never given it much thought.