Holy shit, guys! I just got back from fucking SHANGHAI! I bet you a shorn scrote you probably didn't just get back from fuck-all China, bitch!
Things in Shanghai (China, bitch!):
- a shit ton of busses
- a shit ton of cars
- a shit ton of motorcycles
- a shit ton of scooters
- a shit ton of ghetto bicycles
- a metric shitfuck ton-ass of people on/in previously stated items. J.C.!
- a little bit of communism
- "Georgio Amoni" brand leather jackets
- not a single ass for a hundred miles, which, for a cat like myself, is a fucking tragedy.
- flaccid vacuum-sealed pig faces
I came home to a CPU tits up and jet lag making me accidentally shave off my sideburns. Jet lag can be such a DICK. You're a dick, Jet lag.
In mental review of my Shanghai pictures, I'm realizing they are the classic only-interesting-if-you-were-there. I had the same issue when trying to pick up some little gifts for everyone. Turns out Shanghai is still considered to be a "developing" part of China and if I was to bring home memorabelia to represent the fair land it would involve a picture of the begger with no arms and a flower the paleolithic old lady gave a friend in exchange for a hand-out. A few days in I thought it'd be better to pick up some phatty silk (for the laaaadiieees) and a Mao lighter that plays the anthem when you open it for my dad. I also got a few things for myself which included wack-ass music that y'all are gunna hate, aforementioned "Georgio Amoni" leather jacket, and the requisite old-skool styled chinese dude shirt.
I thought I was properly re-adjusted last night until I woke up at 1am and have been up ever since. It only took me a little over a day to adjust over there, I think I'm just lazy ass and normally stay up too late anyways. Piss on a rock.
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Holy asspie I'm kicking to NC this weekend to chill with the two loveliest ladies I know. Rule. I plan for medium amount of debauchery and large amounts of CHILL. For the record:
Fri, Sep 23, 2005
Departs 6:01am, Arrives 4:14pm
Seattle, WA to Raleigh/Durham, NC
Sun, Sep 25, 2005
Departs 7:06pm, Arrives 11:59pm
Raleigh/Durham, NC to Seattle, WA
Things in Shanghai (China, bitch!):
- a shit ton of busses
- a shit ton of cars
- a shit ton of motorcycles
- a shit ton of scooters
- a shit ton of ghetto bicycles
- a metric shitfuck ton-ass of people on/in previously stated items. J.C.!
- a little bit of communism
- "Georgio Amoni" brand leather jackets
- not a single ass for a hundred miles, which, for a cat like myself, is a fucking tragedy.
- flaccid vacuum-sealed pig faces
I came home to a CPU tits up and jet lag making me accidentally shave off my sideburns. Jet lag can be such a DICK. You're a dick, Jet lag.
In mental review of my Shanghai pictures, I'm realizing they are the classic only-interesting-if-you-were-there. I had the same issue when trying to pick up some little gifts for everyone. Turns out Shanghai is still considered to be a "developing" part of China and if I was to bring home memorabelia to represent the fair land it would involve a picture of the begger with no arms and a flower the paleolithic old lady gave a friend in exchange for a hand-out. A few days in I thought it'd be better to pick up some phatty silk (for the laaaadiieees) and a Mao lighter that plays the anthem when you open it for my dad. I also got a few things for myself which included wack-ass music that y'all are gunna hate, aforementioned "Georgio Amoni" leather jacket, and the requisite old-skool styled chinese dude shirt.
I thought I was properly re-adjusted last night until I woke up at 1am and have been up ever since. It only took me a little over a day to adjust over there, I think I'm just lazy ass and normally stay up too late anyways. Piss on a rock.
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Holy asspie I'm kicking to NC this weekend to chill with the two loveliest ladies I know. Rule. I plan for medium amount of debauchery and large amounts of CHILL. For the record:
Fri, Sep 23, 2005
Departs 6:01am, Arrives 4:14pm
Seattle, WA to Raleigh/Durham, NC
Sun, Sep 25, 2005
Departs 7:06pm, Arrives 11:59pm
Raleigh/Durham, NC to Seattle, WA
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Please don't tell my mom before I get a chance to call her, k?