Beginnings

Hey there! So I'm going to have to apologize right off the bat, that's probably not funny now but you'll see the irony in this statement later on if I actually keep this up and post regularly....anyway I was apologizing, I'm sorry. But as you clearly cannot see, I'm currently stealing the Internet from the PeaBerry down the street from my new apartment. I recently just moved, thus the "new", and my ever so 'helpful' neighbors are good at not sharing anything including there Internet. So in order to post or make any kind of connection to the outside world I must strap on my scuba mask and dive into my couch and come up victorious with two dollars and ninety-five cents in change, allowing myself to buy a small chai and four hours of table time. Four hours if I am lucky, I must first be able to declare lordship over a table next to a power outlet. My loving laptop, which has been through many a battle with me since high school, doesn't have the best battery life and, much like myself in the morning, will give me about ten minutes upon awaking before rolling over and falling back asleep. Today however, I was blessed in that my competition consisted only of a small old man who was much more interested in the vast selection of milk products at the straw counter than of me slowly stealing his chair and delving into typing before an accusation could be made. My victory did not go unnoticed by the giggling young workers behind the counter however, who after three hours will begin to debate and take bets on whether or not I'm actually homeless and soon after that straws are drawn to figure out who will kick me out. Like vultures they wait to make sure I have finished all of my two dollars and ninety-five cents worth of beverage before declaring that they need the table for other paying customers. Dramatic music will swell as I look up from my posting and glare around at the empty coffee house before slamming my laptop shut, declaring loudly that I didn't want to be there anyway and I'll take my two dollars and ninety-five cents to their competition, thus shuffling off into the lukewarm day with my solo cup clutched in tow...or that's how it would be if I was comfortable with confrontation and stayed the full four hours. But sadly the second time I get the stink eye from the blond, I'll be leaving. Stick that to the man! Ha ha!....cough......so as you can see posting for me at this time might be increasingly difficult for my lack of Internet and lack of monetary units. Not that I've established any kind of fellowship or followers, nor would expect to after one posting. Oh and yes, I have not been blind to the irony of me writing my first blog in a coffee shop sucking down two dollars and ninety-five cents worth of America, so shush you in the back. And on that note, I believe I'm going to end this....oh and it looks like it's not a moment too soon cause that blond looks like she's winding up. So I'll drink the last bit of my coffee in toast of this first blog! Here's to just another rant, just another post, just another experienced written up for others to read....oh and you guessed it's just one more....