LAX to Dall-ass.
exit row briefing. guy behind me, English is not his first language, wouldn’t confirm with the FA that he was okay with sitting in the exit row. finally, he was like, oh, yes! I open the door if you have an accident. The FA, was like, um, yea, but I doubt we’ll have an accident. perfect, dipshit. now we’re all so ready for wheels up!

first class passengers always hold up boarding. drama. they should board last or have a second entrance

so, it’s Tim’s birthday this week. one of his favorite things in the world were hostess gems … powdered. well, I found some that sell in a box that taste the closest to hostess that I’ve tasted. so I bought a box and made my own “gems.”

“Send me a naked picture
By the U.S. mail
Write a pornographic letter
You know I won’t tell”

“Oh God, I Wish I was Home Tonight” – Rod Stewart

at the eye doctor’s because my rx sunglasses are giving me a headache. she chuckled and told me, welcome to 40

just saw a guy walking out of fantastic sam’s … I so wanted to tell him to get back in there and have them try again

hard part is over.
now if everyone would cooperate … that would be super

sometimes being a grown-up sucks ass. i’m faced with a decision that i wish someone would make for me …

pretty much every time I’ve gotten big news, college, awards, jobs, etc., I take a few minutes to listen to the Stones and psych myself up … just in case I don’t get what I want and end up having to trust that I’ll get what I need. well, I’ll be honest, it’s usually in vain … I work hard and get what I want. but, as of late, there have been a couple instances of me not getting what I want and not only does it blow, I’m having trouble waiting for what the universe thinks I need. well, I’d better “need” a kickass job, a beach house and a bod less 50 lbs pretty fucking quick