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July 06 2009
July 04 2009
July 03 2009
The tombstone reads: “She hath done all that she can.”
(ed. note: don’t ever write me an epitaph like that, plz.)
I rode more escalators last night than all the days of my life put together.
Things that did not happen, not even once:
I did not get my shoelace caught in the stepscalator and lose my foot.
A man in a wheelchair did not fall down the stairscalator while a (now) deceased cat played a keyboard, causing a worldwide phenomenomnomnom.
Sorry I have been blooging so hard from the airport, but just know that I was wearing shades the whole time.
This looks like a trash can. Hell, it even has “TRASH” written across the front.
It is not a trash can.
That font is too Blade Runner for a trash can, for starters. It is painted glossy black, it has a blinking red light on it, and when you put trash in it a loud, sinister whirring noise occurs.
No, this is no trash can. It is the first volley in the War of the Machines. It will incinerate you just like it incinerated your snacks.
Pick a side.
But for realzians, I made some travel friends in the smoking lounge.
That is part of the beauty of a travel snafu: the ability to instantly bond with total strangers. I’ll never forget the awesome hangs I had with the two young strangers whose names I never got and whom I will never see again. The girl even gave me her Marby Ultra Lights! Awww.
Luv you guyz! Layover ‘09 Forevah!
Unattended segway outside the smoking lounge. The owner was busy enjoying my awesome company.
Also, Smoking Lounge!!!!
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