May 28, 2006 13:45
sunshine. mellow californian calm outside. ticket to paris via new york first class british airways inside.
decisions: a seat in C230 Haas with Professor on marketing, a leather rotating seat on an airbus with Gucci exec.
thought: god. i miss home.
-uncertainty-
*Phone rings*
hello?
hey- am i sending someone to pick you up for the airport?
i don't know. no. don't, i can get there myself if i go.
if? what part of this do you have to think through? the free trip?
i don't like being talked to this way. change your tone.
sarcasm? you use it all the time.
shut up adam. i think i should focus on school.
you don't need school. who says no to paris in the summertime?
asshole, you're thinking paris in the springtime.
i'm too tired for your wit and your banter. come or don't come.
i'm not coming.
okay bye.
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