too late to 'pologize....too late...too late

Um.  It's never too late to "pologize", by the way.  And, quite frankly, I'm still waiting for Timbaland to 'pologize for making that song in the fucking first place.  I am speaking for an overwhelming fuckin' majority here, when I say...we're fuck-ing waaait-ing....

Oh, God.  I love cafes.  Real ones.  Not fucking Starbucks (a.k.a. Fivebucks, Shitfucks, The Underworld).  Don't get me wrong, Starbucks paid my rent for a year.  Yep, they paid my rent for one whole year!  What was the catch you're asking yourself?  They pumped caffeine into my veins whilst contemporaneously and heinously degrading my overqualified self, hence requiring my presence in their Shit-Shactory (Montelione original!) that it was at ungodly hours for a wage that is barely legal in most third world countries.  

Wow.  I needed that.  Even though, I realize no one reads this thing.  If they did, I would want them to know that I do really love Euro cafes.  I mean with real coffee, and food, and people, and cigarettes.  You know, what's that thing?  Oh, LIFE?!  

I've only got a month left on The Pearl.  My God.  I thought life went by quickly on land.  It goes twice as fast on sea.  And half as fast in Ohio.  Which means, technically, I live at 4 times the speed of Clevelandians.  If you're from Ohio, I'm sorry.  No, really I am.  Probably not as sorry as you are.  Read that a second, third and fourth time.  You'll get it.  

Sometimes, I get online, and I think, "I have nothing to blog about." (There's that word again...)  But, I keep surprising myself by just writing.