Flying By the Seat of My Pants

Its 11:50 am. I've landed in Reno, NV. I have no arrangements for anyone to pick me up from the airport nor do I have a place to rest my head. I've been FBing, emailing, making calls, and texts for days trying to line something up. "Why don't you just get a shuttle and a hotel?" people ask. Why not? Because I've successfully not paid for accommodation once this season by flying by the seat of my pants. I made one phone call when I landed to the man himself and he has someone picking me up and a place for me to stay for the night. The world works in mysterious ways. There are phenomenal, genuine people out there.
MARG

Everyone's Doing It

This is a saying that is huge in todays society, which is something that I am normally totally against. But what the hell, blogging's pimp and everyone's doing it. Say Somethin'

MARG