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Been house-sitting with Blake since Monday and, I gotta tell you, I do not miss being at home. Like, at all. The place we're staying in is so clean and quiet with no smelly dogs or arguments to disturb the peace, and they have a bunny named Thesaurus! It's a little slice of Heaven and I'm gonna be sad when I have to move back in with my family. I wish the couple who owns the house would stay gone for longer than 10 days.
When the thought of your own homecoming makes you blue, it's like a blinking Vegas-style neon sign saying, "GTFO ASAP!" Damn.
In exactly two weeks I'm flying up to stay with zombifiers for a couple of days while we terrorize the Supernatural cast and get in some serious IRL hang-out time. I'm really excited for the convention and to see zombifiers again, but it's no secret that I am pukeshitting Godfucking t e r r i f i e d of flying; and I'm not channeling Dean! It scares me so bad that I actually Googled "how often do planes crash?" That's how pathetic I am. :( But I can't help it. It combines some of my worst fears into one: heights, not having any control, sitting in what looks like an aluminum coffin (death).
At the travel agency yesterday, my stomach was tying itself in knots while I was paying for my ticket. Today, I have to go back to readjust the arrival time in Newark. I'm looking forward to the debilitating cramps that'll go with it, believe you me.
Alright, that's enough.
When the thought of your own homecoming makes you blue, it's like a blinking Vegas-style neon sign saying, "GTFO ASAP!" Damn.
In exactly two weeks I'm flying up to stay with zombifiers for a couple of days while we terrorize the Supernatural cast and get in some serious IRL hang-out time. I'm really excited for the convention and to see zombifiers again, but it's no secret that I am pukeshitting Godfucking t e r r i f i e d of flying; and I'm not channeling Dean! It scares me so bad that I actually Googled "how often do planes crash?" That's how pathetic I am. :( But I can't help it. It combines some of my worst fears into one: heights, not having any control, sitting in what looks like an aluminum coffin (death).
At the travel agency yesterday, my stomach was tying itself in knots while I was paying for my ticket. Today, I have to go back to readjust the arrival time in Newark. I'm looking forward to the debilitating cramps that'll go with it, believe you me.
Alright, that's enough.