5.05.2005
Don't be afraid of freedom!
My new roommate has just installed wireless internet in my house.
I'm unstoppable! Oh...look...I'm over here! Don't look now...but, I'm over there! What? Where am I? I don't know...the possibilities are limitless.
Ok. I'm actually in my backyard.
But, that's cool enough...because now I don't have to be so mischevious about my smoking...or my late night listening to eighties and early ninties music, or my chanting to the ancient war-gods...
My new sort of virtual freedom has lead me to a feeling of real freedom...like I felt free to take a couple of my new roommate's select Bass Pale Ales (with the intent of making it up...come on, I going to replace them...I won't let you down...I mean, gotta have SOME faith).
Relying upon my instincts and my god-given liberty, I grabbed the first beer in the fridge that presented itself to me. I was really ready to enjoy this...I had my beer-key in pocket...my intent on sitting down at my computer fresh in mind...I proceeded to pop open this ill-gotten beer only to find that it had already been....had.
Apparently, my new roommate and I share more than one thing in common.
We both like to waste not, want not...the beer I was about to steal was already half drunk and re-capped...not unlike myself. Of cousre, this didn't stop me from moving on to the next one in the pack...
I was actually more pleased than pissed. I've done this so many times myself that this experience actually felt more pleasant and familiar than annoying...
But, don't think that I'm going to overlook the leaving of the toliet seat up...
I'm unstoppable! Oh...look...I'm over here! Don't look now...but, I'm over there! What? Where am I? I don't know...the possibilities are limitless.
Ok. I'm actually in my backyard.
But, that's cool enough...because now I don't have to be so mischevious about my smoking...or my late night listening to eighties and early ninties music, or my chanting to the ancient war-gods...
My new sort of virtual freedom has lead me to a feeling of real freedom...like I felt free to take a couple of my new roommate's select Bass Pale Ales (with the intent of making it up...come on, I going to replace them...I won't let you down...I mean, gotta have SOME faith).
Relying upon my instincts and my god-given liberty, I grabbed the first beer in the fridge that presented itself to me. I was really ready to enjoy this...I had my beer-key in pocket...my intent on sitting down at my computer fresh in mind...I proceeded to pop open this ill-gotten beer only to find that it had already been....had.
Apparently, my new roommate and I share more than one thing in common.
We both like to waste not, want not...the beer I was about to steal was already half drunk and re-capped...not unlike myself. Of cousre, this didn't stop me from moving on to the next one in the pack...
I was actually more pleased than pissed. I've done this so many times myself that this experience actually felt more pleasant and familiar than annoying...
But, don't think that I'm going to overlook the leaving of the toliet seat up...
