So, I'm back.
My brother and I, along with the rest of our family and good friends from home are officially on Strike from Death. We're just not putting up with this shit anymore. If anyone else dies, they're offically dirty fucking scabs.
In other news, flying in planes on Easter turns out to be a really bad idea. Apparantly, it causes very large groups of family to travel together with all their little kids and treat the entire plane like it was their living room.
I swear to you, I'd say every 5th person on that plane was under the age of 6. It took us forever to get in the air because of all these people trying to rearrange their seats so they could sit with this person or that, and during the entire flight it was just people walking through the aisles talking to each other, regardless of the considerable turbulance.
Actually, I think I located the 'cool' cousins in that family, there were a few really cute girls with piercings and ink and funky hair. Too bad their entire family was there, or staring at them and the awesome upper-back tattoo, not to mention the noteworthy back and shoulder-blades it was surrounded by (thanks, Tank-top inventor!) that I kept trying trying to get a good look at would have been far less difficult or awkward.
Then again, maybe we would have hit it off and gotten all serious right there on the plane. It would have been convenient, I could have met her whole family right there in one easy setting and we could have gotten on to the serious baby-makin' right then and there when we landed. Airplanes are the new speed-dating service.
Then again, there's that troublesome 'reality' rearing it's ugly head again. Then Maybe she's on the site (like most of the rest of the planet), and she'll read this and check me out and realize I'm really cool and be like "wow, I totally should have talked to you on the plane! let's get married and have lots of babies!"
-Wait, right, reality again...sigh...back to work for me.
Dave
My brother and I, along with the rest of our family and good friends from home are officially on Strike from Death. We're just not putting up with this shit anymore. If anyone else dies, they're offically dirty fucking scabs.
In other news, flying in planes on Easter turns out to be a really bad idea. Apparantly, it causes very large groups of family to travel together with all their little kids and treat the entire plane like it was their living room.
I swear to you, I'd say every 5th person on that plane was under the age of 6. It took us forever to get in the air because of all these people trying to rearrange their seats so they could sit with this person or that, and during the entire flight it was just people walking through the aisles talking to each other, regardless of the considerable turbulance.
Actually, I think I located the 'cool' cousins in that family, there were a few really cute girls with piercings and ink and funky hair. Too bad their entire family was there, or staring at them and the awesome upper-back tattoo, not to mention the noteworthy back and shoulder-blades it was surrounded by (thanks, Tank-top inventor!) that I kept trying trying to get a good look at would have been far less difficult or awkward.
Then again, maybe we would have hit it off and gotten all serious right there on the plane. It would have been convenient, I could have met her whole family right there in one easy setting and we could have gotten on to the serious baby-makin' right then and there when we landed. Airplanes are the new speed-dating service.
Then again, there's that troublesome 'reality' rearing it's ugly head again. Then Maybe she's on the site (like most of the rest of the planet), and she'll read this and check me out and realize I'm really cool and be like "wow, I totally should have talked to you on the plane! let's get married and have lots of babies!"
-Wait, right, reality again...sigh...back to work for me.
Dave
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getting in the damn way all the time.
and kids... stupid kids too.
UGH.