If he complains one more time about his seat assignment, he may be sitting on the wing with the woman dressed in colonial garb OR the scary creature from that episode of “the twilight zone.”

slurped the rest of the ice cream out of the cup and LICKED the rim.

what a train wreck. too many carry-ons, balancing his yogurt (which is so not Hello Kitty) and ended up spilling the melted, sticky, icky stuff all over … some of it is on my toe and the bottom of my calvins. f this dude

it takes less than 10 minutes for me to develop a migraine in Hell, er, LAX. maybe there is mold??? or it’s just the feeling of my soul being sucked out by American Airlines. hard to know

this airport had to be built on a super double secret dare. there is no other rational explanation for this clusterfuck

she flew.

it’s so weird not being on the road. i have to cook for myself (or heat stuff up), pick up my towels, make the bed, the list goes on and on and is somewhat overwhelming. i did spend a night in a haunted hotel in ventura since I’ve been home … but that was a bloody disappointment. what to do? i have 8 days before I fly again, I guess I need to go to the beach. next stop, south fucking jersey and I can hardly stand it. it sucks ass there. Snooki and all