Buses
So this was going to be a really funny entry about my adventures trying to leave Baltimore by bus on Wednesday. (It involved sitting by the side of the highway for three hours while taking pictures of everyone looking like refugees, and getting rides from awesome people who were in town to work the Erotic Arts Festival) However, I managed to lose my phone on the bus Friday morning, and as the bus people couldn't find it and no one was answering it, I'm getting a new one.
So if you ever want to talk to me, you'll have to call me. If you want me to call you, you'll have to text, email, Facebook message or call me, and tell me your number. Only good thing in this whole debacle is at least I got to keep my number. I just don't know anyone else's.
Oh, and I don't actually have my phone yet, so if you're going to call or text, wait until this evening or later.
So if you ever want to talk to me, you'll have to call me. If you want me to call you, you'll have to text, email, Facebook message or call me, and tell me your number. Only good thing in this whole debacle is at least I got to keep my number. I just don't know anyone else's.
Oh, and I don't actually have my phone yet, so if you're going to call or text, wait until this evening or later.