I Loathe This Country

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Did I say loathe? I meant love; but I do loathe their internet service.
It's a joke.
In two hours I was able to load this picture of me writing in my journal in Los Laureles.
fun fun.
I have a lot of great photos and stories to share but this internet is really putting a cramp in my creative flow.
Let's try this tomorrow.


Comments

IDanceForChrist said…
Hahaha! Can I just say... This post, and the one following it have made me laugh! I totally get the internet thing and now I am so much more appreciative of this fast stuff. Matt, best to you!
April 27, 2012 at 4:52 PM
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