My best friends from back home saw me up to Boston last night to a. shriek b. get me too drunk to care about what i'm doing today. Both were sucessful, however now I will sit in gate 33 at logan airport and play an online version of the "Mexican Train Game" for the next 2 hours. Traveling unsettles me enough to arrive to my departures HOURS ahead of time for fear of... well, everything.Also there is now a x-ray naked picture of me floating around the world somewhere but in all honesty I could care less. An off color blueprint of my coo-kaa may be worth something to someone, and if they want it, hell, its all yours, ya freak.
I wonder, should I accept the 25 farmville requests i have pending on my facebook? I mean its not the best way to spend your time, but they didn't cure pollio in an airport terminal. The only thing that goes on here is knitting. Everyone is fucking knitting. Status of the airport... the aggressive flipping of fashion magazines, music from the weather channel and knitting.
heyo im leaving now CYA IN TEXAS.
OH SHIT OH SHIT.
ReplyDeleteI forgot you were blogging about this. I am SO EXCITED.
Also hahaha at you being that girl who photoboothed herself in an airport. YOU SLUT.
But really, I love love love you and I had so much fun in Boston and I'm glad we were able to see you off properly and I hope your first impressions of NZ are UNBELIEVABLE.