I've never wanted to see a Starbucks so badly in my life.
I got home about an hour and half ago because Justin and I were bored out of our skulls to the point that we were watching Sponge Bob and highly enjoying ourselves. That's what a week long deprivation of internet with do to you, folks. The kicker was when we decided to go see Pirates of the Caribbean and discovered that not only was there only one movie theater within a twenty mile radius, it wasn't showing Pirates for another two weeks (on its single screen). This is after the fact that I realized liquid creamer in northern Arkansas is evidently referred to as "coffee whitener". WTF, it's like the Aryan Brotherhood diner.
There was a minor jet ski debacle and I drank way too much beer. I didn't get any writing done, but I plotted a lot in my head. Anywho, I'm home now, and like I expected, LJ blew up in my absence and now my flist is at skip=billion.
Because I was in Deliverance
country, I only got THE NEWS
this morning when halfdutch
called me, because like a huge dork I failed to check my voicemail. So yeah, the lake and a large flock of Canadian geese got to hear my squee. ABOUT FUCKING TIME, YOU STUPID ASSHATS. Seven seasons. SEVEN. SEASONS. I'm not even touching the five seasons of Oz. Don't get me wrong, Leary is the shiznit, but asdkfsdfk;dkg SEVEN SEASONS.
I haven't looked at tietuckluv
yet. If I do, I may not sleep tonight.
I missed you all OMG. You have NO idea.