Theory of Boredom: Airports
Airports are designed with you in mind to be uncomfortable. You sit in a wheelchair wide seat with no wheels with all the stuffed items of your possession in oversized bags because we're expected to survive with the most minimal of items. Be serious, can I reallylive without my leather jacket, six notebooks (each for individual subject areas of course), charger extension, and two sweaters? Hello...I don't think so. Anyways, then theres the fact that theres free internet, but no where to plug in a laptop with built-in wireless connection that is about to die. Instead theres a working plug next to the womens bathroom on the floor and a nonworking plug right across at a chic comfy table. Oh the irony of hating my life at the airport. Did I mention no smoking spots? Its rediculous. Airports can suck a cock.
So needless to say Im on my way to some obscure destination and Im sitting in an airport. This is very odd to be sitting in the middle of the corridor...oh well. But the amazing part, the truely awe that lightens my life, is that I, Siouxie Q, am connected to the internet. Oh, I feel like a newborn child. My computer hasn't seen such use in so long. Oh, I love you computer. I truely do. If I could have sex with my AIM to show my utter and undying love and need, I would indeed. I'VE MISSED MY LJ!!!! The library computer just doesn't do. This is wonderful, liberating, simply lovely.
And I just realized that I have a 7.5 mg of Vicodin on my person. Excellent. I guess this trip wont be so bad after all. Hopefully I don't miss the plane. It is my number one concern now, and seeing as how there are no outlets at the gate, I'm sitting just outside the gate. I've got an hour before the flight. I'm okay for right now. Damn...this is so odd.
I bought my own ticket, packed my own bags, made sure everything in my house was locked up and tight, I dont believe I left anything.. I think I've reached a new maturity. Sick.
Maybe I'm just kicking into a new supermom pre-requisit. I've got myself covered when traveling, I've dropped off the kids to school, fed the cat. Damn, I didnt check the mail. At least I took out the garbage. And theres a fridge of beer at home. And a pipe in my luggage. Im straight up burn-out mom gangsta material.
Going to spend my time elsewhere on this infinate web spectrum.
Later chillens.
-From 80 to 30 in 3 hrs: I'm on my way to New York.
So needless to say Im on my way to some obscure destination and Im sitting in an airport. This is very odd to be sitting in the middle of the corridor...oh well. But the amazing part, the truely awe that lightens my life, is that I, Siouxie Q, am connected to the internet. Oh, I feel like a newborn child. My computer hasn't seen such use in so long. Oh, I love you computer. I truely do. If I could have sex with my AIM to show my utter and undying love and need, I would indeed. I'VE MISSED MY LJ!!!! The library computer just doesn't do. This is wonderful, liberating, simply lovely.
And I just realized that I have a 7.5 mg of Vicodin on my person. Excellent. I guess this trip wont be so bad after all. Hopefully I don't miss the plane. It is my number one concern now, and seeing as how there are no outlets at the gate, I'm sitting just outside the gate. I've got an hour before the flight. I'm okay for right now. Damn...this is so odd.
I bought my own ticket, packed my own bags, made sure everything in my house was locked up and tight, I dont believe I left anything.. I think I've reached a new maturity. Sick.
Maybe I'm just kicking into a new supermom pre-requisit. I've got myself covered when traveling, I've dropped off the kids to school, fed the cat. Damn, I didnt check the mail. At least I took out the garbage. And theres a fridge of beer at home. And a pipe in my luggage. Im straight up burn-out mom gangsta material.
Going to spend my time elsewhere on this infinate web spectrum.
Later chillens.
-From 80 to 30 in 3 hrs: I'm on my way to New York.