BOO. scaredy.
in other news, thanks to a very nice (read: dumb) person at reception and a management vaccuum (are there really that many ccccccs in that word?), leaving auckland was a remarkably painfree experience. so now i, after many days of what will probably be the last vacation i ever take with my parents, find myself in the sydney airport, typing on a keyboard that i swear was manufactured in russia, and enjoying the wonders of a temporarily free internet.
free, because some unnamed electronics company thought they'd get some free marketing out of it. but if they expect me to drop names, fuckit. they can eat a big fat one.
k. i'm loopy. i'd better keep this short. note to self: post something about the past, like, 2 weeks when i'm more coherent. they've been kinda a massive blur. but at least i finally did something touristy and got pretty pictures out of it.
seem this is what happens when i try to type on this keyboa4d without correcting myself./.. eve4rything \gets completesly cfuckocketa./ sigh.
free, because some unnamed electronics company thought they'd get some free marketing out of it. but if they expect me to drop names, fuckit. they can eat a big fat one.
k. i'm loopy. i'd better keep this short. note to self: post something about the past, like, 2 weeks when i'm more coherent. they've been kinda a massive blur. but at least i finally did something touristy and got pretty pictures out of it.
seem this is what happens when i try to type on this keyboa4d without correcting myself./.. eve4rything \gets completesly cfuckocketa./ sigh.