No Internet at home. The height of professionalism these ISPs. Lemme tell ya. Someone fucked up and unplugged my service so they could put the kettle on or some shit. One to three weeks before its back. Can access basic stuff via my phone and a USB dongle thingy… Who decided to call it a fucking dongle anyway? For real.
Point is, I have wine and eight MILLION years of crappy tv and sour worms and The Stand to read .. And I’m not particularly phased to be honest.
Ps. My hair is mad. Like, huge. And curly. And long. And I’m loving every bit of it. Except maybe the split ends that I can’t bring myself to cut off, but otherwise.. *nods*
