Late night walk
I imagine this is what my Token does when I’m not around. That is, stalking around 18th century Europe.
A curiosity outlet.
a time to get: Fashionably Old And Even Made In America
I love everything about this letter. The gaudy logos, the content, even that signature.
Yours truly.
My reality requires some augmentation, stat. I also need a towel.
Brand New: Brand New is Brand New »
And extra sexy.
Claude Lelouch’s 1976 film, C’était un rendez-vous. 9 minutes of a Mercedez 450SEL hurtling through Paris, at over 100mph, in the the early hours of the morning.
Try doing that today.
Vile, ersatz coffee.
That brown color is pretty much how it tastes. Also, watery.
The fact it was free doesn’t help in the slightest.
Check out this awesome spacer.gif, guys. At 420x390, you could literally space the crap out of anything with it.
Me: I JUST KNOCKED SALAD ALL OVER THE FLOOR
Me: BUGGER
S: OH MAN
ME: it's like i'm sitting in a bloody garden
S: its god's way of telling you to not eat healthy
Me: i know
Me: MOAR BACON PLZ
S: Next time a BLT w/ xtra mayo!
Drinking at the hotel bar. The bartender appears accidental and has better things to do right now.”
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Twitter / Alex Roberts: Drinking at the hotel bar. …
The hotel didn’t have free wifi after all. Thanks online booking site, you’re the best. The poorly staffed bar did have an endless supply of Carling though.
I forgot how wimpy the water pressure is around here. Showers are akin to running naked through some light rain, with the lightness of a cascade of feathers.
Driving after a 10 hour flight is going to be stressful wherever you are. It doesn’t help my nav system has a funny accent. And English roads are pretty bad, nothing like the glorious congested highways of the Bay Area; these are narrow, congested highways, full of roundabouts.
And now I have a three hour drive ahead, up to the Midlands. Just as soon as I figure out where the damn side mirror adjuster is…
SFO
I’m surprised, and a little sad, that SFO still doesn’t have free wifi. Apparently my hotel in London does. So there.
I guess I don’t really need wifi, sitting in a bar, waiting for my gate to open.
One last American beer before the good stuff… Sam Adams is OK, but, you know.
