i've officially reached a new level of internet dorkdom.
i am posting to my blog from an internet cafe.
getting online here at the coffee shop was becca's idea. she likes dashboard confessional, so that ties it all together.
she points out that she doesn't like them *that* much, she likes rocking horse winner better.
i say fine, i'll type whatever keeps me from being stabbed by that chopstick in her hair.
this is "ultra dramatic" type becca, for all you vagrant cafe kids.
i think the highlight of this internet table is the "flip screen" option. bigbigfun.