fuuuuuck
You know what sucks?
Realizing you've run slap out of girl stuff, and it's ten o'clock at night.
Well, that's why the good Lord gave us a 24-hour Kroger five minutes away. Pass the Advil, we're goin' to the sto'!
Come to think of it, if I was in this situation back in my beloved Bohemia, I'd be totally fucked. I know any number of places to get a beer or a hotdog at all hours of the night. But a tampon? Not as much. Liberec seriously needs to get itself a 24-hour Tesco...I mean, there's one in Karlovy Vary, for pete's sake. Freaking Jihlava even has one.
Anyway, the point is, I'm trying damn hard to focus on the positive about being here and not there. And it's ok. I'm keepin' on.
Realizing you've run slap out of girl stuff, and it's ten o'clock at night.
Well, that's why the good Lord gave us a 24-hour Kroger five minutes away. Pass the Advil, we're goin' to the sto'!
Come to think of it, if I was in this situation back in my beloved Bohemia, I'd be totally fucked. I know any number of places to get a beer or a hotdog at all hours of the night. But a tampon? Not as much. Liberec seriously needs to get itself a 24-hour Tesco...I mean, there's one in Karlovy Vary, for pete's sake. Freaking Jihlava even has one.
Anyway, the point is, I'm trying damn hard to focus on the positive about being here and not there. And it's ok. I'm keepin' on.
posted by ridley at 9/01/2005 09:57:00 PM
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Wanna know what's really fun (but not as fun as what you said)? Being on Long Island for a wedding. Getting back to your hotel at one in the morning. Realizing you forgot contact solution, AND the case. Remembering what happend the last time you slept in your contacts. (OUCH.) WALKING from 7-11 to Chevron to Supermart to Foody-stuff, until FOUR in the morning. Everything is closed. Running into another cousin in the hallway of the hotel, after resolving to flush contacts, fine, I'll get more, sooner or later. Other cousin has contact solution. And an extra case. Sleeping for four and a half hours in a three hundred dollar a night room. Realizing, upon waking, that you have no idea where the nearest, dearest and most convenient Mass is. And. You've missed breakfast.
Wow. Total word association there, for some reason. Meh. Let's go with it, yes?
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