JESUS FUCKING CHRIST. HANGOVERS, CRYING, AND AIRPLANES DO NOT MIX. I SHOULD JUST GET THE FLIGHT ATTENDANT TO GIMME THOSE LITTLE VODKA BOTTLES. HAIR OF THE DOG...
BECKY FELL ASLEEP NEXT TO ME ABOUT TEN MINUTES IN. I CAN'T. MY HEAD IS KILLING ME AND THEY DON'T LET YOU HAVE MEDS ON THESE PLANES. FML.
THIS JUST... UGH. I RAN OUT OF TEARS, AT LEAST.
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