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April 17, 2005
Whoa!
Well, here I sit in The Hot Chocolate Sparrow in Orleans MA, waiting seven hours for the next bus to Hyannis. My friend, who can now be identified as THE CRUSHER, read my unfinished blog entry of last night and was really infuriated.
After we loaded my stuff into his car for the half-hour drive to the bus station in Hyannis, I was informed that he had read my the blog, that I was being dropped at the bus stop in Orleans instead and that I should be grateful I even got that much. The drama was un-fucking-unbearable, I swear.
The best part was, “You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” referring to his FORBIDDING ME in grand fashion to blog about this incident.
Anyway, before I start getting needlessly spiteful…
I was dumped at the Orleans bus stop at coincidentally exactly the time the bus to Hyannis was supposed to arrive there but, sadly, it was early, so here I am writing instead of soaking up the soothing atmosphere of the baths. Luckily, The Sparrow has free wireless internet access, though they oddly don’t advertise it. It’s certainly more comfortable than it was at The Crusher’s house.
Now, back to finishing last night’s entry.
Posted by HighStrungLoner in The High Strung Loner at 11:30 AM
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