Jesus. You guys are like fucking vultures.
Maybe I've not had access to the internet for about a week.
Maybe I don't want to update my super-fucking-dorktastic blog on the grad office communal computer.
Maybe I'm making this all up because I've been busy having a raunchy tryst with a London aristocrat. Maybe I'm too raw to write.
Ever think of that?
Naw, me neither. I'm over at Mike's.
One of my classmates is coming over tomorrow afternoon to hook me up. To the internet.