Not a moment goes by when thinking is irrelevant. Ow. That hurts to even think about. Deep, baby, deep as deep can get- thoughts.
The recent spew of BS from C & assorted memebers of the crew have 1 pissed off man living on a island amongst 800,000 others. Psychotic episodes aside, thunder clouds loom over head, aint no breeze, never had a chance to surf, ...Frickin' pissed. Nuf on that.
Someone, somewhere, explain the need for a $200 cell phone. The thing rings, you answer the fucker, and talk into the damn thing. WTF?
Most dark clouds are apart of that - along with assorted dumbass moves. All brought to you via the power of bitching, whining, woman. WTF x2 ?
Back to station 'morrow. Thank God. 24 hours plus away from retardeness...not a word, yeah, but says more than a real word would.
Flower leis in the hotel smell really fricking nice. 1 bright spot to today. At least I am aware enuf to notice 'em. All on the older Kupuna ( elders ) here for a ladies convention. Classy. Nice and classy.
Laters.
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