As you may know, I went to Iceland for a week. It was so awesome, but the first day I stayed with an Italian woman named Sabrina I found through couchsurfing. It was a little stressful:
4 children. All of them crying, screaming, taking their clothes off, or hitting me. Some doing a few at once.
Ate a plate of foul, overdone pasta that I couldn't possibly have refused.
Your 6 year old daughter is beating me, like hard. She just hit me in the stomach. I almost puked. I don't think I'm allowed to deck her.
There's this Icelander, trying to build "many websites, with many themes, for pictures, articles, and whatever." It's all for "The Revolution", but I don't think things are going to work out. And I foolishly told him that I'm a computer science major. He's got me staring down the broken asshole that is Microsoft enterprise networking, trying to get his ass-shit working. He might as well be saying: "Hey, would you mind helping me nail these two boards together? I'd really like to jumpstart Iceland's space program."
She asked me to buy a carton of duty free camels for her sort-of husband, but he seems unconcerned with paying me back.
Here's a Haiku for my first day in iceland:
i can't fix your site
i just want to see a fjord
your daughter hit me
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Silly Casey. Everyone knows the best fjords are in Norway. The only thing you find in Iceland are albinos, false advertising, and tours to the center of the earth. Nothing more.
Feeling guilty to have asked your help on my Linux computer now. Well I did not hit you though. Maybe I will have my nephews at home next time you visit.
Hah! Don't worry Laure, for you I'll fix anything. (Or at least make an attempt to.)
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