I Thank You, Florida Airports, For Your Bounty Of Free Wi-Fi Access
So yeah, been a fuck of a long time, huh?
*whistles*
You'd assume that such a long gap of journal-lack-thereof-ness would mean that I would be bursting at the seams with all kinds of wacky new anecdotes to tell, tales of adventure and self-discovery and deep insightful meaningful crap like that.
Nope.
Instead, you get random gibberish.
I am, however, currently sitting in an airport in Florida, basking in the freeness of the Internet being delivered to my borrowed laptop through the very ether itself. I'm tempted to actually look up how Wi-Fi internet works, or even what "Wi-Fi" actually is short for, but I am both lazy and want to retain my chimplike sense of awe and wonder at the lack of cables and tubes involved in delivering me my email, news and sweet, sweet porno.
Oh, I probably owe you a response to a previous comment or something. I suck. Not in an entertaining or photogenic way, alas.
I was going to recount some tale of sexual ineptitude, inspired by some now long-dormant message board thread, but I realized the only really amusing part of it would me describing London in January as "donkey-fucking cold". "Donkey-fucking cold" is the temperature range wherein if someone were you discover you mid-coitus with a donkey, the response "I'm doing this to keep warm" would seem like a valid excuse.
Yeah, and that was the funniest part.
No new cat pictures, either. Not that my cat isn't still a fan of posing like a very gay, very evil supermodel, but that I can't remember where my crappy-ass digital camera is.
Okay, that should suffice for another 2-3 months.
So yeah, been a fuck of a long time, huh?
*whistles*
You'd assume that such a long gap of journal-lack-thereof-ness would mean that I would be bursting at the seams with all kinds of wacky new anecdotes to tell, tales of adventure and self-discovery and deep insightful meaningful crap like that.
Nope.
Instead, you get random gibberish.
I am, however, currently sitting in an airport in Florida, basking in the freeness of the Internet being delivered to my borrowed laptop through the very ether itself. I'm tempted to actually look up how Wi-Fi internet works, or even what "Wi-Fi" actually is short for, but I am both lazy and want to retain my chimplike sense of awe and wonder at the lack of cables and tubes involved in delivering me my email, news and sweet, sweet porno.
Oh, I probably owe you a response to a previous comment or something. I suck. Not in an entertaining or photogenic way, alas.
I was going to recount some tale of sexual ineptitude, inspired by some now long-dormant message board thread, but I realized the only really amusing part of it would me describing London in January as "donkey-fucking cold". "Donkey-fucking cold" is the temperature range wherein if someone were you discover you mid-coitus with a donkey, the response "I'm doing this to keep warm" would seem like a valid excuse.
Yeah, and that was the funniest part.
No new cat pictures, either. Not that my cat isn't still a fan of posing like a very gay, very evil supermodel, but that I can't remember where my crappy-ass digital camera is.
Okay, that should suffice for another 2-3 months.
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