Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand
So, yeah, i go to sleep for 10 measly hours and get messaged by about 20 people. Apparently my short absence made the hearts of all my friends grow fonder. The same is true in regards to the internet (i missed it horribly), but now that i’m back i find myself listlessly clicking back and forth from Blogger to Shafted to my own page (as if i’m expecting it to update itself). So, maybe my little vacation was a good thing … maybe i’m less addicted to the internet now.
Or maybe not.
sleep is nice. Still no guitar at my disposal, though. Perhaps i’ll manage to be interesting at some point after i wake up. If not, have a yummy holiday, and i’ll see you soon.
That’s the longest period of time i ever spent away from a computer. My brain aches for all the little blog-able things i experienced in Florida that went to waste. Since you asked, Florida was horrid and dull and i’m never ever going back. When the below freezing air hit me as i stepped off the plane in Philly i practically let out a war whoop (to which my grandmother replied “Yeah, it is very cold”).
She stared with these awful cow eyes, huge and nearly rimmed with tears welling up out of the dread obese depths of her neck. She didn’t seem to be able to breathe – not at all.
She kept looking up and fidgeting with that tiny air-vent as if it actually blows anything more than the most nothing little ebb down at you which just fades away four inches from the vent which is surely above your head (cow-like or otherwise).
All through the flight she alternately fidgeted and rested her huge cow-like face against the window. I could see the Philly skyscrapers peeking through the wisps of her bovine hair for a second before she reached up (yes, again) to fiddle with her air vent.
It was aimed at me the whole time, but i didn’t have the heart to tell her. Smoothest flight ever. We landed to PJ Harvey screaming “Kamikaze!” at the shrillest top of her lungs.
