I leave for the airport in 45 minutes. I'll be in Vegas until Thursday night, and since I don't have a laptop, I will not be able to blog. I know, I know. How will you survive? How can you possibly go on living? Before you go jumping out your window, it turns out I have to find a computer at some point while I'm there for reasons involving my appliance lady being a total biatch and ordering a microwave for me without asking me if it's the one I wanted. As the kids say these days, that is "wack".
So my mom says we will try to find a cyber cafe. I have heard of these mythical places but have never actually seen one since I spend most of my free time in bars or passed out on tree lawns (This only applies to daytime hours. At night I am passed out in the Applebee's bathroom-obviously). If I happen to find one of these magical cyber cafes, I will post something, and the 6 of you that read this will rejoice*.
Have a good week in your respective non-Vegas towns. I will be by the pool chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool**. Later, bitches.
*Does anybody really rejoice anymore? I don't think they've done that since Jesus came to town. We should really start rejoicing more.
**If you know what this is from, I will give you 100 points.
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Ah, Fresh Prince. Sweet
Have fun in Vegas!
Oh, the Venetian has a nice business center for the public to use.
**And shootin' some bball outside of school when a couple of guys who were up to no good started making trouble in my neighborhood...
Damn! I didn't even get to say goodbye.
Well... since you won't see this until you get back... I hope you had a good time!
Do it Big Willie Style!
If anyone asks you to get married "just for fun", don't do it. Apparently, it does count after you leave Vegas.
fresh prince of bell aire.
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, she said "you're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air."
"I whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said 'FRESH' and it had dice in the mirror. If anything, I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought 'Man, forget it. Yo, homes! To Bel Aire!!"
that looks really funny with proper punctuation.
Forget about blogging. Meet someone and do something that needs to "stay in Vegas".
"I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8, and I yelled to the cabby "Yo holmes, smell ya later" Looked at my kingdom, I was finally here, to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air
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