My nifty, cheap, and ultimately fairly flimsy wireless keyboard has died on me, thus causing the simple task of typing to turn into a rage inducing anger catalyst which makes me want to throw this tiny sumsung tablet through a window.
In other news, I am no longer a door knocker (something I have much more to say about and shall do so when I get my hands on a borrowed laptop) and I have completely rearranged my theoretical travel plans for the next two years.
Our current status update is: waiting to sell the van so we can get to NZ asap and escape our glass cage of emotion. It is raining today.
I would write something hilarious and insightful, but I swear to god if I have to correct one more shitty typo from using this tablet ill fucink smash th7sgmgoddamn
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