Fuck It
Plane leaves at 5 (not 3, as I previously thought), and we have a 2 hour layover in Minneapolis.
Fuck it, I’m staying up and playing video games. I won’t be in LA until midnight.
Bears. Beets. Battlestar Galactica.
“So I said to them, assimilate this, BITCH!”
Yo Dawg, I heard you wanted a postcard from the Philippines.
I’m leaving for the Philippines on Monday, July 6th (leaving Detroit on the 4th), and I’ll be gone for the entire month of July. A whole month is a long time, and surely I’ll be needing something to do during part of that time. So I’d like to send out postcards to friends, or hell, strangers and acquaintences, anyone who would like one really.
So if you want a postcard from the Philippines, e-mail your address to me (saltsweatsugar [at] gmail subject: Postcard!) and I’ll be happy to deliver. (Provided I can get postcards, air-mail stamps, pen, motivation, etc.) Don’t be too offended if you don’t get one, I may also be lazy. I promise not to use your address for evil means!
