Well fuck, my posts got erased. I guess I'll start from the beginning. Things will be s little less clear, and less accurate due to memory blur, but I'll try and be as clear as possible.
So I had forgotten to get money for my trip and just remembered at the airport. But wtf, why isn't there a bofa at JFK??? The ATMs there kept rejecting my requests to take out money and the clock was ticking for me to board the plane. I had forgotten that calling the banks takes fucking forever by they had finally cleared my account to take out that amount of money in addition to using it in other countries. My fingernails are not cut and typing on an iPad is virtually incredibly fucking annoying as balls. It's like running on the ground, only to realize you are ice skating, but you don't know how to fucking ice skate. As I'm reflecting on what I want out of this trip, I realize very clearly (yet again) that I need to get out of the city. I am extremely excited to be surprised by this trip, which is precisely why I chose to do this. I am going to 3 different countries with 20 people that I don't know. I hope to put my best foot forward, taking advantage of completely new cultures by not being afraid to explore and being open to new people. I mean, the worst I can do is be myself and that ain't so bad.
As I'm riding the plane, the polite lady keeps going to the bathroom. She dosenT know that I'm watching the live action kenshin movie which is obviously more important than her bowels bursting. Planes and large busses and trains are magical vehicles. They transport you to wildly different places, and they also transport to memory drop zones. Up in the air, I immediately release my blivet of NYC responsibility. I know when I fly back, shit will fly in my face, but I know I can wipe it off. Right now, all I'm worried about is how this lady is going to jump over me if I fall asleep. Will she accidentally pee on me midair?
So I had forgotten to get money for my trip and just remembered at the airport. But wtf, why isn't there a bofa at JFK??? The ATMs there kept rejecting my requests to take out money and the clock was ticking for me to board the plane. I had forgotten that calling the banks takes fucking forever by they had finally cleared my account to take out that amount of money in addition to using it in other countries. My fingernails are not cut and typing on an iPad is virtually incredibly fucking annoying as balls. It's like running on the ground, only to realize you are ice skating, but you don't know how to fucking ice skate. As I'm reflecting on what I want out of this trip, I realize very clearly (yet again) that I need to get out of the city. I am extremely excited to be surprised by this trip, which is precisely why I chose to do this. I am going to 3 different countries with 20 people that I don't know. I hope to put my best foot forward, taking advantage of completely new cultures by not being afraid to explore and being open to new people. I mean, the worst I can do is be myself and that ain't so bad.
As I'm riding the plane, the polite lady keeps going to the bathroom. She dosenT know that I'm watching the live action kenshin movie which is obviously more important than her bowels bursting. Planes and large busses and trains are magical vehicles. They transport you to wildly different places, and they also transport to memory drop zones. Up in the air, I immediately release my blivet of NYC responsibility. I know when I fly back, shit will fly in my face, but I know I can wipe it off. Right now, all I'm worried about is how this lady is going to jump over me if I fall asleep. Will she accidentally pee on me midair?
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