i missed my flight. maybe on purpose. i dunno. i know i’m staying ’til thursday. i am all karaoke’d out. i swear if i hear one more I will survive i am going to jump out of a window. if i stay up one more nite with no sleep i’ll probably just die on the spot. and if i don’t eat again for 23 hours my pants will just fall off and hang out around my ankles like a homeless person.
all i know is i am going to kill the woman who sent me stickyrice in a cling-wrap ball and charged me an extra buck for it. that’s like, a dollar sixty or something, canadian.
knock knock. who’s there? Sarah. Sarah who? Sarah chair around here i’m getting tired of standing.
