Dear JetBlue, Suck my dick.
02/20/2006
I know I haven’t been all posting and shit. I’ve been finding my inner peace while sleeping like it’s going out of style. Yesterday I slept for 15 hours. 15 hours. Yeah. I woke up this morning at a reason able time, but I still need to find something.
I owe me an update. I have the weekend in Vail written, plus there’s the rant between JetBlue and myself that I am going to post, but get this, I’m busy. I have dates. Dates. Yeah. I got back in there with a vengeance. So tonight I am off to Providence to see the Free Spirit. Later in the week I am meeting the Lone Wolf for a drink. Also, I am trying to schedule a meeting with The Older Man 2.0 (He’s actually older than the last older man by 2 years, but not as old as Grandpa Pants).
So, um, maybe Tuesday afternoon, when I am done ruling Ikea with Gramcrackers, we (royally of course) we be back (and you’ll be sorry).
Until then, just remember, nobody likes a tattle tale.