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Monday, August 21, 2006


L.A. roomie and I have been totally hermiting it up lately. We like hiding out in our cave-rooms with our respective room air conditioners blasting and watching marathons of I Love the 70s on VH1. We did take a little field trip on Saturday so I could get a steakwich, though. Yum.

Afterwards, I went and purchased a nice, small carry-on that will accommodate one work outfit, a pair of shoes, and my camera. I have to check my regular suitcase because I'm bringing SUPER DANGEROUS STUFF like shampoo and sunscreen, and if they lose my checked bag I don't want to have to show up to client sites wearing my travel uniform of jeans, flip flops, and a West Memphis Three tshirt. I haven't checked a bag for a domestic flight in over 2 1/2 years. Now, due to the fact that I have to check my toiletry items, I have to add at least an hour and a half of extra travel time to every flight I'm on to comply with the "security" measures that the completely inept DHS and TSA have foisted upon the traveling public. Sure, I could buy crap in every city I go to and then discard the partially used items when I leave, but that's extremely wasteful and I don't want to fuck the environment in the asshole just because the government is fucking me in mine.

I think I'm going to send the Department of Homeland Security (which is the fucking lamest name I've ever heard for a government agency) a bill for the luggage. And I might fill my carry-ons with dildos that have condoms and lube on them. Hey, TSA, if you want to confiscate them, GO AHEAD. But you have to pick them up yourself.

babbled by Kat @ 10:42:00 AM | |