This is a black market reformation.
I am frantic in this smoky internet cafe, just bubbling over with leftover energy so that I may write some sort of entry, though I doubt it will live up to any expectations. All is well, at the moment, since I've finally escaped the gross-ass meatloaf creation melded into a dinner by those blobs of hairy-ness that are Greek chefs. The meal, considering the amazing food available in some of the street-side restaurants, is quite barf-worthy, along with, say, everything else in the crap-ass establishment that is our the Oscar Inn. The rooms are equipped with possibly the tiniest showers in existence, that happen to shoot water into the faces of anyone who may step into the bathroom. But, luckily, not much time is spent there, as we, today used the morning and afternoon to explore the acropolis, seeing the first Olympic stadium, and climbing an enormous mountain.
AND OH MY FRIGGING GAWD. It's been a half an hour, and I've wasted the time talking online to Lindsey, who I may roll over to in my chair and speak with across the room. -hits- IDIOT. ah well. MORE SHALL COME.
Brandon! I'm a loser and have yet to comment or read your review. Hope you enjoyed your friendage and I am off into the Greek night to skip along, viewing the non-secksi mullets that engulf ALL Greek men. MMM <3YEW.
BYE, ALL. <3
AND OH MY FRIGGING GAWD. It's been a half an hour, and I've wasted the time talking online to Lindsey, who I may roll over to in my chair and speak with across the room. -hits- IDIOT. ah well. MORE SHALL COME.
Brandon! I'm a loser and have yet to comment or read your review. Hope you enjoyed your friendage and I am off into the Greek night to skip along, viewing the non-secksi mullets that engulf ALL Greek men. MMM <3YEW.
BYE, ALL. <3