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I'm on my brother's laptop in Austin, TX - how nuts is that? The little bastard is rushing me because he wants to talk to his ex-gf, and some other little skater punks he hangs out with, online...unfortunately for him, I don't give a crap (seeing as though I still hold rank as Big Sis) so here I type.
My flight here sucked so much butt..I woke up in Italy at 3:30 am and got here sometime close to 10 pm. That doesn't sound all that bad, but it was transcontinental and my Tuesday lasted a heck of a lot longer than most peoples. Brad had me dying at the airport...he waited with me in the baggage check-in line and we said our goodbyes and I headed towards Venice security alone...he ended up coming right back and stood with me in line for that too, and I'm so glad he did because it was too hard to watch him leave for the car knowing I could've spent just a couple more minutes with him (I know, that sounds so pathetic, but we haven't ever been apart for even just a day for over a year). I did call him when I got in, which woke him up at 6:30 am and he called me today..but I really don't feel like I've had a good enough fix of him.
My dad and brother took me to Taco Cabana this morning for breakfast, and it was a welcomed treat. I'm supposed to meet my dad's gf tomorrow - apparently she's really nervous about meeting me. That ego-trip helps ease my pain a little...