i dont like airports. they make me cry. no matter if i'm coming or going my airport emotions are whacky. i hate leaving the person who drops you off...and i hate seeing others leave their loved ones too. i dont know why i have such negative emotions - it should be that of excitement, newness, and quite a thrill.
i just see empty faces and blank stares.
one guy is currently yelling on his way hip iphone about how this "economic crisis" will only cause him to rise to the top becoming a powerhouse (gag me - have some compassion for those who suffer)
another girl, much like me, is sitting blogging (probably about the egg above)
this gay guy on the phone is also talking rather loudly about how he cant wait to find some "gay bitches" wherever he's going. hahaha. ohhh boy.
my flight to pheonix was pretty amazing. i love when you sit by people who are radically like you - in the way that they'll talk to strangers and indulge their life story. the guy worked with me - at one time - neither of us knew it of course. tooooo funny.
anyway. 2 hours left in this big bad layover - and then i am in the bigggg apple! unbelieveable, i cant even grasp it.
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