I'm currently spending the night in arguably the worst town in the world, Lubbock, in unarguably the smelliest section of Texas, the Panhandle.
The air in Lubbock and its surrounding region reaks of cow manure which very closely approximates the smell of a truck stop men's room. The only redeeming qualities in this whole area are the internet available at this hotel and the somewhat cute hotel receptionist. This panhandle region doesn't even have any Verizon satellites floating around so I can't send/receive cell phone pictures. It is like Biblical times here.
In a more positive story, I forgot to chronicle an awesome incident the other day that proved that karma is on my side.
Due to my dad deciding to snow shoe, I was forced to ski by myself on Thursday. This led me to have to bring my cell phone along in order to properly coordinate my pickup. I was OCD the whole time since I had no zipper type pockets and feared my cell phone falling out during one of my hellacious tricks and/or falls.
As of 3 o'clock, I still had my phone. However, when I had finally packed up and went to the parking lot at 4; Alas, no phone. I immediately sunk into depression and thought about how big of a hassle this losing a cell phone on a snow covered mountain would be.
However, long story short, this pimp ass guy found it, and even went so far as to call my Mom from it to attempt its return. I coordinated my recovering of it by calling it via my dad's cell phone.
So yeah, Karma on my side. This turned out alot better than when I lost my cell phone
2 years ago, almost to the day.
I gotta tell you though, the worst state in the universe is New Mexico. The New Mexico License plates call it "The Land Of Enchantment." But they really should call it "The Land Of Liars." Because they are lying when they say it's the Land of Enchantment.
Land of Deserts and Stuff That SucksThey also have this stupid anti-litter slogan: "Toss No Mas"
This is such a horrible slogan, it actually made me want to litter more to show them how much I hate it. It's certainly no "Don't Mess With Texas."
The final example showing the hillbilliness of the West Texas/New Mexico region. Or hell, the whole world all together. I saw the following on sale at a GAS STATION. For 40 dollars no less.
What kind of road trip are you on where you have to stop and pick up a Wolverine-esque weapon? You're either a moron or a psychopath, or a moronic psychopath.
Yeah, I'll admit it. I was tempted. It'd be a helluva impulse buy until I forget I have it on and accidently claw my nose off when I go to scratch an itch.
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haha hillybilly gas stations..haha been there..:P
omg. that thing should be illegal.
..(that's what she said!)