Edited to say god fucking damn bastard shitarse mosquitos. Bit the crap outta me again last night. Serves me right for sitting outside with all you reprobates and smokers.. Buggery!.
Oh, and my laptop backpack and travel power adapter kit just arrived for my trip to england. Yay. The backpack is HYOGE, for my HYOOOOGE laptop, and has pockets and sockets and gussets and widgets and things for all my gidgets and gadgets. Hah, hope the bastard thing is small enough so that I can take it on the damn plane. Should be, Detroit to UK flights are never all THAT crowded, given that being cross atlantic, they have to use a 747 size plane, regardless of the passengers, because of fuel tank size. Last time I flew over here, there were something like 80 passengers on a 300 seat plane.
Edited to say that I wrote this this morning when I got home, and anyone who was there will know. It was basically an idea for a piece of writing that has pretty much nothing to do with me actually liking mcd's. I never eat it anymore.. but the big yellow M's as I drove through the dark were very atmospheric last night, so thus the piece. When I actually get UP UP (as opposed to a brief bout of being awake between sleeping off the hangover) I'll edit it into something decent, I hope.
don't worry, I haven't lost my mind, anymore than I usually have, anyway.
Driving home at that time of day, when it's not dark, but not light enough to turn off the headlights. In the gloom, the ubiquitous M screams out, gleaming, royal, overseeing the commuters rushing to work, and me, contrary, stealing home to sleep, perchance.
Reminds me of the first time I ever went to McD's. Back when eating out was a really Big Deal, especially to a working class English kid like me. I remember the milkshakes most, how they were so much better than the only thing I'd ever had before, Nesquik flavored milk... Superior, not something you could have at home. They were Hard To Suck, something that required skills to eat? drink? almost, the lobster of the poor. And the Big Mac, tang of the weird thing, the pickle. What IS this? French fries, instead of Chips?. Skinnier, crunchy, this
American Food. Weird, luxury, good.
Now of course, here, there's a McD's on every block, almost. It's gluttony, saturated, fatness, nothing special anymore. But still, before dawn, I remember, and smile.
Oh, and my laptop backpack and travel power adapter kit just arrived for my trip to england. Yay. The backpack is HYOGE, for my HYOOOOGE laptop, and has pockets and sockets and gussets and widgets and things for all my gidgets and gadgets. Hah, hope the bastard thing is small enough so that I can take it on the damn plane. Should be, Detroit to UK flights are never all THAT crowded, given that being cross atlantic, they have to use a 747 size plane, regardless of the passengers, because of fuel tank size. Last time I flew over here, there were something like 80 passengers on a 300 seat plane.
Edited to say that I wrote this this morning when I got home, and anyone who was there will know. It was basically an idea for a piece of writing that has pretty much nothing to do with me actually liking mcd's. I never eat it anymore.. but the big yellow M's as I drove through the dark were very atmospheric last night, so thus the piece. When I actually get UP UP (as opposed to a brief bout of being awake between sleeping off the hangover) I'll edit it into something decent, I hope.
don't worry, I haven't lost my mind, anymore than I usually have, anyway.
Driving home at that time of day, when it's not dark, but not light enough to turn off the headlights. In the gloom, the ubiquitous M screams out, gleaming, royal, overseeing the commuters rushing to work, and me, contrary, stealing home to sleep, perchance.
Reminds me of the first time I ever went to McD's. Back when eating out was a really Big Deal, especially to a working class English kid like me. I remember the milkshakes most, how they were so much better than the only thing I'd ever had before, Nesquik flavored milk... Superior, not something you could have at home. They were Hard To Suck, something that required skills to eat? drink? almost, the lobster of the poor. And the Big Mac, tang of the weird thing, the pickle. What IS this? French fries, instead of Chips?. Skinnier, crunchy, this
American Food. Weird, luxury, good.
Now of course, here, there's a McD's on every block, almost. It's gluttony, saturated, fatness, nothing special anymore. But still, before dawn, I remember, and smile.
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kira:
hey there i know you are coming to phrougbhoy's piercing party but i need to know what you will be bringing so if you could respond in the "i'm bringing ______ to the piercing party" thread to let me know. thank you so much and can't wait to see you there...if you need directions please email me through my contact button... 
misery:
yeah, it just really ticks me off that he did that. i was so proud of that plant. argh.