Here I go, back to Whitehorse. Here I go again on my own. Goin' down the only road I've ever known. Like a twister I was born to...blow?...rock?...roll?...alone.
I'm getting ready to drive the 12 hours to Whitehorse to say farewell to the Crowe. Kelly Crowe. Sigh. I'm not looking forward to the drive, but I do have a new iPod chock-full of great music.
So, I don't have much to say except that I will be updating from the 'Horse. Dogs are good, Sam's good, life is good.
OH YEAH!!! Margaret and John are getting hitched!!! I'm her maid of honor. It's a small affair down by the river next week. Not in a van, though. We went dress shopping today and I got a dress. Meg didn't. It's not that Meg's wedding is all about me, but I look pretty damn hot in this little number. They're really excited. Rod, the news editor at the Moaner is performing the ceremony. That just cracks me up.
Anyway, I'm on the road. On the road again, just can't wait to get on the road again...
There's a voice that keeps on callin' me. Down the road, that's where I'll always be. Every stop I make, I make a new friend. Can't stay for long, just turn around and I'm gone again...
God, I'm tired.