I don't have internet at my apartment...

Excuse for not blogging number one million and three.

So yeah, they (whoever "they" are...)charge ten extra precious dollars a month to have crappy dial-up internet in my room. I am sorry, but I'd rather shop the clearance racks at Target once a month than waste it on some invisible connection to the world.

Before I moved out I was a twice-a-day(-or-more)-er. Meaning I checked my email, my blog, my facebook, my whatever else that connects me to people and makes me feel loved, twice a day (or more).

Now that I no longer have the luxury of doing so, I actually go out and socialize with people... face. to. face. Face to face, I said. Not face to flat, square, lit up piece of geeky technology. And, do you know what? I love it.

I've never felt more human in my life. It's rejuvenating, in fact.

Now, if God could only find a way to make my phone cost 10 more dollars a month. Please, oh please.