What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas since I'll never get to go there to see what's up...
Canceled trip to Vegas. Replacing it with moving to the Upper West Side and trip to Minnesota State Fair.
This shit is bananas!
Not going for sure; I am still determining if the benefits of seeing live farm animals, canoeing, and eating fried everything outweigh the costs of plane fare and having a few less days to get settled in my new room... Actually, fuck it. That sentence pretty much made my decision for me. If I can drink a bottle of wine and eat a fried Twinkie while on a canoe with a lamb, I'll be golden. After coming ashore, I would probably roast that lamb and have a beer. State fairs sound too good to be true, but then again, all of America between Hoboken and Los Angeles blows my mind.
Holy crap, there's a lumberjack lumberjackin' it show. I obviously have to go to this. I'm so excited, I'm so excited, I'm so...scared!
Speaking of scared, I joined OkCupid because I wanted to take some quizzes, but then I filled out a profile since it almost seem as if I were doing actual work. I'm happy to report that aside from having a very confusing conversation with some 19-year-old from, like, Florida, nothing scary has happened yet. This is nothing like the time I tried to join MySpace back in the summer of 2005.
This shit is bananas!
Not going for sure; I am still determining if the benefits of seeing live farm animals, canoeing, and eating fried everything outweigh the costs of plane fare and having a few less days to get settled in my new room... Actually, fuck it. That sentence pretty much made my decision for me. If I can drink a bottle of wine and eat a fried Twinkie while on a canoe with a lamb, I'll be golden. After coming ashore, I would probably roast that lamb and have a beer. State fairs sound too good to be true, but then again, all of America between Hoboken and Los Angeles blows my mind.
Holy crap, there's a lumberjack lumberjackin' it show. I obviously have to go to this. I'm so excited, I'm so excited, I'm so...scared!
Speaking of scared, I joined OkCupid because I wanted to take some quizzes, but then I filled out a profile since it almost seem as if I were doing actual work. I'm happy to report that aside from having a very confusing conversation with some 19-year-old from, like, Florida, nothing scary has happened yet. This is nothing like the time I tried to join MySpace back in the summer of 2005.