I’m in Niceville this week on business. It’s the good life.
I’m in what I like to describe as, “the smallest hotel room in the world.” They managed to fit two beds in this thing, as well as a desk, a counter with a sink, and a tiny bathroom with a shower and a toilet. As an added bonus, the hotel is full to capacity with Red Cross people and evacuees from the Gulf Coast.
This is quite possibly the most boring blog in the history of blogs.
I’m making a lot of overarching declaratives right now. Try to keep up as I mold your world with blanket statements.
I listened to a few cuts from the new Rolling Stones album, and I’m ready to commit my $12.99 to buy it. It’s nice to be able to buy music that isn’t “hardcore”, or “emocore”, or “punk”, or “neo punk”, or “post hardcore”, or “progressive deep-fried speed angst metal.” It’s just rock. Good old rock.
I’m a pop culture junkie. It sickens me.
The apartments I wanted to live in if I ever moved back to Niceville have been sold as condos. My friend is going to live in one.
I kill him.
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