Review of June the 3rd, dictated by my Samsung Android Infuse 4G phone

I have important thoughts milling around in my head (milling doesn't seem like the right verb... but this aside only stands to support the weight of my eventual claim). Unfortunately, I'm too tired to actually communicate effectively. So I am going to hold off writing creative non-fiction (namely the two shorts, entitled: "driving in massachussetts is like being in a bad marriage," and the less awesomely titled, "lost in traffic."). I will, however, share some videos of me singing and/or ranting in my car. Technology is a many splendid thing.

This was the first experiment. The sun was setting over central new york, I was feeling creative, and I was listening to the CD I had stolen from my little sister with all classic rock/reggae hits from the 60s and 70s.

I don't know how I managed to drive on the Masspike and record my last will and testament, though they should really make that a pre-requisite for getting onto it.

Hahaha, the phone is upside down, and also in my GPS cradle. Portland was having an art walk, so consequently... there was traffic in Portland. Weird. Also, dreadlock'd people, LGBTers, hipsters, preps, east coasters, all possible flavors of interracial couples, foreigners, and artists of every division were just roaming the streets.

Things I Love Today:

1) waking up to the sounds of construction, hypoglycemic, and the brief confusion that comes with awakening in a strange bed... this isn't home? no, you're 700 miles away from there.

2) my GPS attaching to my windshield

3) my ANDROID phone. if it's not an iPhone, well, it's probably a much superior Android phone with superior voice recognition software and GPS features--also the grooviest animations a phone could ever possibly have (at least until 6G).

4) Portland, Me. I want a boyfriend or a girlfriend from Maine. No on 1: Protect Maine Equality!

5) Not dying on the Masspike. Massholes! Also, Jersey drivers... WTF?

6) My face. You've been in a car for 18 hours in the past 48. You should look a lot worse.