Another letter to the state
Dear Florida,
Major props for the geckos. They're fabulous.
But seriously, you need to cut back on the Disney.
Seriously.
Respectfully,
~ Betsy
In other news, I have survived another plane flight. Everytime this happens, I am shocked and amazed.
I got to sit in the Orlando Airport for four fucking hours, waiting for my mother, waiting for her luggage, finding her misplaced bag, attempting to rent a car, paying for a shuttle instead...
Then we got to the hotel, ordered chinese food. I sat my mother down in front of this laptop (if she only knew how I got it!) and went outside for two cloves and about two hours of phone conversations. Tomorrow is getting up at the asscrack of dawn and heading down to the other hotel, where the convention's happening. Oh boy.
It's amazing to me just how incompetent my mother is... I'm suprised she managed to come out here at all. Just, wow. It's sad, really. I hope to god I don't end up like her.
And now she's snoring. Lovely.
Hmm... what else....
The moon is full tonight. It's in the window. Pretty.
Aaaand....
Really, I guess I have nothing else to say.
OH! This won't matter really to anyone other than david, but my dearest Costa's gonna be moving into his own apartment the weekend AFTER labor day... so it'd be better for me (and hopefully still Blaire) to visit him that weekend. Fine by me, and it'll probably work out better for my job anyway. PLUS, this means that I could probably manage to get a day or two to get David from Chicago and drive him down to D.C.! AND maybe even crash a day in the Deuce!
Wouldn't that be swell? I think so.
Ok, well, I guess that's all.
I miss Nicole and Briannannana.
Major props for the geckos. They're fabulous.
But seriously, you need to cut back on the Disney.
Seriously.
Respectfully,
~ Betsy
In other news, I have survived another plane flight. Everytime this happens, I am shocked and amazed.
I got to sit in the Orlando Airport for four fucking hours, waiting for my mother, waiting for her luggage, finding her misplaced bag, attempting to rent a car, paying for a shuttle instead...
Then we got to the hotel, ordered chinese food. I sat my mother down in front of this laptop (if she only knew how I got it!) and went outside for two cloves and about two hours of phone conversations. Tomorrow is getting up at the asscrack of dawn and heading down to the other hotel, where the convention's happening. Oh boy.
It's amazing to me just how incompetent my mother is... I'm suprised she managed to come out here at all. Just, wow. It's sad, really. I hope to god I don't end up like her.
And now she's snoring. Lovely.
Hmm... what else....
The moon is full tonight. It's in the window. Pretty.
Aaaand....
Really, I guess I have nothing else to say.
OH! This won't matter really to anyone other than david, but my dearest Costa's gonna be moving into his own apartment the weekend AFTER labor day... so it'd be better for me (and hopefully still Blaire) to visit him that weekend. Fine by me, and it'll probably work out better for my job anyway. PLUS, this means that I could probably manage to get a day or two to get David from Chicago and drive him down to D.C.! AND maybe even crash a day in the Deuce!
Wouldn't that be swell? I think so.
Ok, well, I guess that's all.
I miss Nicole and Briannannana.