this week has been the week from hell. The start of it all can be read here. the minor annoyances in the middle i will spare u, but today, the end of the week, just coming home from a hike on my motorcycle, some dipshit throws a slurpee at me, WHILE IM RIDING DOWN THE STREET!!! it completly covered my visor so i couldn’t see, and only out of sheer luck did i miss out on a crash.
so yeah, this world sucks at the moment, and it’s out to get me, so im moving to the moon, aliens have got to be nicer than this, and it’s made out of cheese, so i hear, so i’ll be able to survive.
Can I just hitch a ride there? I won’t bug you, I promise. I’ll make my way around to the dark side and won’t come back unless invited. I could really use the vacation and I don’t drink slurpees or throw things at people or anything.
I don’t even need lakeside property. I just want a little place of my own to get away from it all, crank up the Pink Floyd and defy some gravity. I’ll go in on gas to get there.
As Moon Commander, and owner of the Moon, I must inform you that you’ll have to go through the proper channels before moving to the moon. We could find you a good position. How about “Moon Shuttle Conductor”?
Really? I don’t have to be a Moon Commander or anything? I can make a mean cappuccino, latte…jet fuel. I’ll even pack my Sumatra Mandheling for morning coffee. Of course…we’ll have to bring our own water…