Follow The String

Sometimes I imagine that carry a ball of string with infinite threads that I wrap around everyone I meet, then they take it on their own way. We are all intertwined through these connections. Last summer, I took the spiderweb to Kenya, and passed it off to some beautiful people. Come on in. Watch it grow. Help me learn something.

8.05.2006

Happy Saturday to me

1. This is Follow The String's 100th post. I thought about getting her a new dress or something to celebrate her centennial, but she's a simple kind of girl.

2. Me + Lawrence + Bleeding Kansas + Free State Beer = One AWESOME reason to come back to America. As my Dad would say, "if it's too loud, you're too old."

Words to live by. Write that down.

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