Three states, one day (Nov. 18, 2004, 15:45) Indiana: Lissa: No, I didn’t get a lot of sleep, either. My dumb ass went out to get food.Kitty Cat: With a boy? How long does it take to get food?Lissa: Apparently about three hours. I very much should have known better.Kitty Cat: How late did you get back from hanging out with “the boy”?Lissa: About–wait a minute. What? Boys.Kitty Cat: Damn [disappointed at the lack of gossip]. You a pimp?Lissa: Ha. Only of the intellectual sort.Kitty Cat: Ah. Well, go Lissa!Lissa: Um, yeah. I don’t think she quite got my reference… I should have freaked her the hell out with an…

I’m on a public computer in a library (where I still can’t check my damn grades because of the security!), but I am alive, and I am keeping a running blog entry of sorts describing the, ah, vacation. *Sigh*. It’s family, and I love a bunch of them to death, but damn if they aren’t trying my patience. These folks are just as secretive, tenacious, and hard-headed as I am… and there are lots of ’em. Holy hell if my aunt doesn’t steamroll me like no other… More when I can get an Internet connection to my own laptop (my grades, I want my grades!). The parents are due in…

I found a corn kernel in my bed. Some motherfucker is going to die when I return.

I’m going to the ‘Nati in a handful of hours, and won’t have Internet unless I sneak out to a library or coffee shop. I also, for the life of me, can’t find directions on how to do phone blogging, so that won’t happen, either, alas. So most likely no website updates for a week and a half. *shudder*. My parents, however, are coming to Cincinatti next Thursday. To do apartment shopping. They’re moving to Cincinatti within about three weeks. My response? “Holy fuck.” They’ve never liked Charlotte, so when this good job came along, the Old Man started thinking about how far away he is from his grandkids and…

C-Biscuits: Outputting it in style.