so you think i can't write?

You know how sometimes there are those holidays where just absolutely everything goes wrong? You find your teeth chattering in what you’d been told was going to be epic heat, you get covered in ant bites, you drown in heat the rest of the time you’re not freezing, you get a shower that squirts all over the ceiling instead of all over you, your pajamas mysteriously disappear point blank, you get sick to your stomach, you’re fed nothing but half a bag of nuts for dinner – twice, your only form of sustenance –chocolate – melts into uneatable form, your host abandons you for theatre rehearsals three times in one week and you spend a quarter of your trip not-so-patiently waiting for a guy to get up the guts to finally kiss you?

And then he has the gall to insinuate you’d be incapable of writing a cranky blog post about it?!

Shut up yourself.