Well, it’s officially here.? Tomorrow morning I’ll be shipping off to Portland, OR.? I’m retardedly excited for the move, almost like when Corky passed his driver’s test or dressed up like Flava Flav for Halloween one year.
It’s gonna take two weeks to get out there and hopefully, internet access willing, I should be able to put up some photos of the adventure, so long as I don’t die at any point along the Oregon Trail.
It’s a possibility, what with Indians attacking the conestogas and all.? Wait, you mean there are no covered wagons!? Jes-sus!? How do they expect us to ward off dysentary and malaria and typhoid and we can’t fjord the river without a wagon?!?
I think I bit off more than I can chew, but like a wise man, more famous than myself once said, “Becca ob-la-di-bla-dah.”? Which roughly translates from the Sioux language to be “it’ll all work out in the end and it’ll be exciting just to get there.”
Until next time folks.
I love the sound of a walrus dying in the morning.
This will definitely be pumping about 30 times in the next two weeks, probably after my 10th Red Bull, when I’ve soaked through my T-shirt for the seventh time or when I’m trying to will my car on E to the next service station 62 miles away.
See ya’ll on the other side of the country.