Now, we are pinning each other and I am telling him how much I love my roommate. I tell him how fun and crazy she is, so he put money in my account to get her a ticket 2 days before I left. THe only issue was she would have to leave by herself, and she was a litttle nervous considering she and I both knew that this was crazy of me to go to foreign country with a stranger. I thought, not a bad first date.
He puts more money into my account because he asked if I needed more for shopping...he he he. I think you all know how I responded to that question. Then it ends up being the night before I had to leave for Fiji. My flight left at 3:30 AM, left just say my other roomie was coming home that night and we were celebrating like rock stars. I tried to make my all friends stay up and believe me NOTHING made them stay up.
So Im fucked up and packing for what see,s to be a near month or two. I have like three carry on bags because I was finding bags and random shit I had to shove in places. I am doing my make up, and not even that is making me look presentable. I call a cab and then pass out, he kept calling me and I waked up and then ignored it, if it wasn’t for my friend sleeping on the couch I would have missed my flight. The cab had been waiting luckily, and took me to the airport. I fell asleep in the cab, and then my bag was overweight so I had to fumble all my shit around and all I wanted to do was sleep.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
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