You hang your pants and shirts on the TV to remind yourself that you can't really handle 30 minutes or an hour of TV on the road. Such thing normally turn into a two or more hours. Because it's easy. Too easy ( Read more... )

You find yourself fifteen miles outside of Idaho Falls at 11pm in the middle of farmland.

Why?
Because that's where the directions in your GPS end.

Why?
Because it believes there's a hotel here.

Why? No. Fucking. Clue ( Read more... )

So you got this...well, un-issue. You may like to partake in smoking cigarettes that are usually preferred by goths and gays, notthattheresanythingwrongwiththat. Except of course that there is since said smokes are now rather fucking illegal. So instead strolling about strange cities and attempting to find a place that actually carries clove ( Read more... )

You've checked out of your hotel, installed a machine, trained on the machine, returned your rental car and waltz up to the auto-check-in ATM like device. You run your card through, type in PRO for good ole Providence and wait to pick your seat. Except it comes back with some sort of error, translated loosely as:

ERROR: DUMBFUCK, YOU ARE NOT FLYING  ( Read more... )

So you're trudging (slogging, plodding) through Charlotte International's Terminal C and you turn your head slightly and whoops...

It's the Tequileria! Not fatal in viewing until you remember that last Friday at 3:30pm (you know this because you still have the receipt) you were there, hunched over some kind of modified Latino hamburger, stuck ( Read more... )

So you fly out of Reno and arrive in Denver. I know, I know, but trust me on this. The next leg of the trip is Denver to Chicago, then Chicago to Providence and basically I'm suppose to get home by the year 2032. Which sucks but you know, beats working for a living ( Read more... )

Sleepz forevah....


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Things as they come to me:

This will be my home for the next four nights (the Smyth Tribeca to be exact). Who's slogan could very well be, "We're so hip you can go fuck your face, but just don't get anything on our Sferra Linens and make sure you clean up after yourself with our Kiehl bath amenities." I mean, really? Of course I'm supporting a ( Read more... )

He wasn’t a fan of the N Train. It wasn’t the people, or the stops or anything like that. It was the modern subway cars. Those newer ones that give you a clear view of the cars in front, unlike the older models that only offered faded ads and grime. The cars that let you see every turn, every bump before it happens. To him it felt too much like he ( Read more... )

Next week's possible destinations are... *drumroll*... Las Vegas or New Orleans. Howaboutthatshit!?!? I couldn't possibly get screwed over, right? This is all dependent on how the remote troubleshooting goes tomorrow, which I'm also responsible for. Of course if the issues *can* be resolved over the phone, then there's really no reason for me to ( Read more... )