Wednesday, July 16, 2008

• gotta say. jetlag is a buttkiller. thats my new nasty word i'm going to call things i don't like. buttkiller. airplanes are a buttkiller, literally. its earrly. 4 55, hence the reason why jetlag is a buttkiller and its foggy out. odd huh?

  just wanted to say though, thank the lord for friends. i realize i have a good deal many, which most all have on occasion walked me home at one point or another. or biked. thank goodness for totally unusual reactions coming from the taxi driver about our conversations, for gay guys that ask for our names, for knowing how to spell esmerelda spot on correctly the first time*, for itty bitty changing rooms and for the instructions to how to wear clothing to be in the most random unheard of and unseen places. for breakable waffle cones, weight rooms without closed toed shoes, and my grand sense of balance on a bike*. for the ability to still have my voice hit puberty at age 17. for kids that remember you, kids that climb into your lap only to eat your food and jack your camera, for fratrinizing felines, for 2 teas a day, sugar highs, and our creativeness to invent sign language. for totally hilarious names that appear in credits, for tripping every 3 hours on the dot, for fans and breezes, for human punch bags, for white rice, for daily breakfast dates, for phone cards, for affordable food, for being with people i love that love me.

  for being back where i realize i belong :P

  [* means if you were there you know the TRUE story.]

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