—I’ve seen Dave Coulier (aka Full House’s Uncle Joey) at LAX.
—I’ve had In’N’Out
—I’ve been given a bed so I can nap.
So far so good.
I knew I matured when I realized every situation doesn’t need a reaction. Sometimes you just have to leave people to continue to do the lame shit that they do.(via cutely-perverted)
I’m tired, cranky, and a little bit delirious. But I just ran into a friend from college at the SeaTac airport. She’s doing flight attendant training and on the flight from Spokane to Seattle I was thinking it’d be funny if she ended up being a flight attendant on one of my flights. Then, as I’m walking through SeaTac trying to find my gate, I hear a familiar voice and lo and behold, it’s Maggie! Unfortunately she’s on a flight to SLC, but it was still really surreal to see her so soon after thinking about her. It lifted my mood considerably. I’m still going to need food and a nap when I get to L.A., but I feel a little less cranky.
Books break the shackles of time, proof that humans can work magic.
I’m so tired that I had a brief hallucination that a woman was walking a black pig through the airport. It was just her carry-on.
Couldn’t sleep over the sound of video games, rap music, and dudes talking shit. So I got up and made my brother and his friend breakfast sandwiches at 1am.
My brother’s roommate went to bed. I pulled out the futon in the living room. My brother showed up with a couple if friends and kicked me out of the living room to the pullout couch. He’s so kind.
One of his friends said sweet dreams, though, proving himself to be more considerate than my brother.
Just sitting here in my brother’s living room with his roommate and his roommate’s girlfriend, neither of whom I’ve met before they answered the door. But they offered me a beer and they seem nice. It’s painfully awkward, though.