Why hello there!
Oh crap, school is coming. Really, really soon. It's a whisker away. And I'm going to take the most dreadful, crappy, pathetic, sickening, and whatever words you can find that can describe my misery to my flight back to Panama.*haaa-leh-lu-ya* It just had to be SIN-NAR-LAX-houston-PTY! Why can't it be SIN-MIA-PTY?!
'Oh, because the airline hasn't agreed on any contract to make it another destination.'
Fabulous.
Tick-tock-tick-tock-tick-tock. Right now I'm just in some Nike shirt that says 'MAXOUT' and track shorts.
Hello synthetic plane food. Hello airsickness.
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