Xanax For Sale

I'll be at Kraftwork, Atlanta's indie artist market, tomorrow night from 7-10pm at Young Blood Gallery. Come shop and have some tasty refreshments and a drinky drink!

There's currently a huge debate on Lifehacker regarding a hack to access free wi-fi at Hartsfield-Jackson. Currently, wi-fi at the airport is pay-access. This is somewhat normal in my experience, but living in Atlanta, it is rather odd considering the number of free wi-fi spots within the city. In fact, there are so many free hotspots in Atlanta that I've even had to refuse to work with vendors and businesses that don't provide them. I mean really, a hotel in Midtown CHARGING for wi-fi on top of the room price? Fuck. off. Of course there's the other personal pov, as I'm originally from Orlando (alternatively known as "what's wi-fi? ya mean that thar internet needs no wires? well garsh dang it!"). The last time I checked, free wi-fi was only available in "certain" hotel lobbies and one (yes, one) coffee shop in Winter Park. Of course you could always succumb to the T-Mobile Hot Spot and get ass raped pay $10, or break your contract, pay the fees, and buy a $400 iPhone and use it at Starbucks. I guess having my crackberry comes in handy at those times. So yeah, I know how suck it is to have to pay for access. Not to come off sounding like I have zero morals, though. I've got, like, 4 or something! I do understand that getting something for free which you should pay for is theft. Yes. Promise. But what if it's something that should be free to start with? [insert big debate here.] Does Hartsfield really need the money when I'm still paying $5 for a bottle of water anyway? Or, is this some giant conspiracy to get as much money as possible since I'm delayed every.fucking.time. at ATL? Come on Shirley, say it ain't so! Bitches.

... but I don't think this fits "partly":

The moons must be aligned just.so. because in 2 days, I've managed to be denied. Yesterday Mr. and Mrs. P'body, the Mr., Dave, and myself were going to do a Junior's reunion of sorts after work. There we were, getting ready to grab our baskets and wave chicken tenders in the air, until we found out that Junior's closes after lunch because of summer hours. Yeah, the Tech grads and Tech employee didn't remember that. Doh! It was fine, though, and we continued our fest over at (where else) Rocky Mountain, where we had buffalo pizza and electric blue colored shots before throngs of undergrads swarmed the place. We had grand plans of hitting the Highlander afterward, but grease + beers + colored shots in plastic cups did me in, and I was the sensible adult who went home and packed for her flight. Whose old?! Today we wanted to have our last cuban with Kool Korner, only to realize that the previous sign saying that it was staying open until July 31st no longer applied. SIGH. We then had a memorial lunch of fried chicken and cornbread at Bobby & June's. I hope they don't plan on going anywhere, either.

Sigh. They'll probably sell it and turn it into a Starbucks. Oh, wait... maybe a plot of grass?