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If you’re traveling and feel like getting frisked without being a major threat, put a quarter in your pocket. I didn’t have this in mind, but I got frisked at the airport for having a quarter in my pocket yesterday.
If my boyfriend cleaned up after himself, I’d have more time to play video games.
My dog fucking hates packing materials.
Men (erm, boys) of my generation need to get their shit together.
I’m more excited than I should be over boxed wine in my fridge.
I realized while on my trip back to Phoenix, the problem isn’t me, it’s them. No, really. I made a couple new friends at one show. I live here for 3 years and don’t make a single friend. It’s good to know it’s not me.
Quote from my best friend: “I like when you’re in town and we hang out because it means I’m not the most horrible person in the room”
But she still pushed an old man.
I probably DJ’d horribly at the show because they moved the DJ’s to after the show and people kept buying me drinks and I was pretty drunk.
So, on that note, I’m going to try to make time to make the remaining portions of my podcasts this weekend.