end of the line

[ladymac]

my tiara broke, my glasses broke, iced americano at spanish starbucks translates to a cup of hot regular coffee and a cup of ice. horrible spanish security guards thought i was a terrorist bc i booked a last minute one-way international flight and i was like please guys, im adorable, im wearing a tiara. i cried a little upon touching down in god's america. now i am home, con equipaje even, a veritable miracle. now for a few weeks of detox, ie eating fro yo/watching sex and the city/pining away for hannahs old and new, then new haven to ice the proverbial birthday cake. what am i going to do with the two cartons of czech cigarettes i impulsively purchased with my surplus of koruna, also what am i going to do now that i cant blame european inefficiency for everything that goes wrong.

pictures coming soon, mostly of hannahs, tiaras, george