chaosmonkey

I spent the better part of the afternoon checking out train fare to New York. Do you know how fucking complicated and difficult it is to find something on the exact days you want? Well, forget it, 'cause you won't get 'em. I'm going to have to start selling some things to pay for this trip. Luckily, the hotel and everything is taken care of. Four early December days in New York in a four-star hotel that's next to anything you'd want to see. I am excited.

Someone just sent me an "asl?" message over AIM. A 23-year-old female. You'd think at this age she'd be able to better communicate, maybe read my profile and say, "Hey, I like your bad haiku." I told her "Sorry, no, I don't play that game," and blocked her. A bit much, but I feel I deserve better than a bad 'net pick-up line at this point in my online "life."

My bed is calling me near. My bed and a stack of unread funnybooks.