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i suppose it's time for an update.
i got back from texas around 5 o' clock this morning. i had a swell time. i'm going to try to start going a few times a year.
everything started going downhill when i stepped off the plane. i went to pick up my baggage, and my fucking suitcase was busted open and the zipper was broken and my clothes were falling out. and my shampoo burst all over everything. those fucks must've really been slinging shit around. i just discovered that i'm missing a shoe. so yeah, not too happy about that.then, i had to pay almost $80 for parking. fucking crazy. on the drive from jacksonville to charleston, i got a speeding ticket. the cop thought i was smoking up. he repeatedly asked me if i had any "illegal narcotics or paraphernelia" in the car. finally i just had to say "DUDE, i'm just fucking tired. i haven't slept all night, and i've got class here in about...four hours...and i still have a two hour drive ahead of me." so, he bumped my ticket down to 55 in a 40, instead of 60 in a 35, which is what he said i was doing. i really don't think i was, though because it was reaaaaally foggy, and i couldn't see where i was going, therefore, i wouldn't be able to drive fast. oh well.
then, i got home to discover that no one has really taken care of my dog. he had completely destroyed the place, and shit in the floor, which he NEVER does. he was also completely out of food and water. my bedroom door was also shut, and his bed is in there, so he probably didn't know what to do and just went crazy.
anyway, texas was sooooooooooooooooooo most excellent. slayer was awesome, of course. we missed mastodon because we overslept, but oh well. i've seen them before. the show got cut short because too many people were getting hurt.
we didn't really do much, but that's exactly what i like doing. we kinda just sat around and played scrabble and did crosswords and watched tv. oh, and i had some texan beer called lone star. goooooooooood stuff. there are a lot of cool-looking restaurants in the austin area. we went to some really good ones.
oh yeah, i also got stuck beside some rednecks on the plane. they kept farting and burping and scratching their nuts. it was g-ross. it would have been funny, but i had to smell the farts, so it was not.
i got back from texas around 5 o' clock this morning. i had a swell time. i'm going to try to start going a few times a year.
everything started going downhill when i stepped off the plane. i went to pick up my baggage, and my fucking suitcase was busted open and the zipper was broken and my clothes were falling out. and my shampoo burst all over everything. those fucks must've really been slinging shit around. i just discovered that i'm missing a shoe. so yeah, not too happy about that.then, i had to pay almost $80 for parking. fucking crazy. on the drive from jacksonville to charleston, i got a speeding ticket. the cop thought i was smoking up. he repeatedly asked me if i had any "illegal narcotics or paraphernelia" in the car. finally i just had to say "DUDE, i'm just fucking tired. i haven't slept all night, and i've got class here in about...four hours...and i still have a two hour drive ahead of me." so, he bumped my ticket down to 55 in a 40, instead of 60 in a 35, which is what he said i was doing. i really don't think i was, though because it was reaaaaally foggy, and i couldn't see where i was going, therefore, i wouldn't be able to drive fast. oh well.
then, i got home to discover that no one has really taken care of my dog. he had completely destroyed the place, and shit in the floor, which he NEVER does. he was also completely out of food and water. my bedroom door was also shut, and his bed is in there, so he probably didn't know what to do and just went crazy.
anyway, texas was sooooooooooooooooooo most excellent. slayer was awesome, of course. we missed mastodon because we overslept, but oh well. i've seen them before. the show got cut short because too many people were getting hurt.
we didn't really do much, but that's exactly what i like doing. we kinda just sat around and played scrabble and did crosswords and watched tv. oh, and i had some texan beer called lone star. goooooooooood stuff. there are a lot of cool-looking restaurants in the austin area. we went to some really good ones.
oh yeah, i also got stuck beside some rednecks on the plane. they kept farting and burping and scratching their nuts. it was g-ross. it would have been funny, but i had to smell the farts, so it was not.