White sauce and spinach and olives. And the couch. And Talladega Nights. And I’m sure, sleeping.
Have the best night.
Considering how often I both A) masturbate, and B) eat tacos (not at the same time), I’m considering tattooing TACO TIME across my knuckles.
Diana retweeted
the hottest girl you know reads books, wears glasses, drinks coffee and cusses like a sailor.
Second flight was cancelled with no options for later tonight, so it’s another king size bed for me in Baltimore, flying home in the morning.
I’m alive and well and not hung over. I just finished cramming eggs and potatoes in my mouth and I’m on my second coffee.
Have a beautiful Wednesday!
I’ve had several drinks, and I’ve made friends who are making me do double shots of something called rumplemints or crumplemints or something?
Oh boy.
Plant tours are done, now lunch, then classroom time for the afternoon, dinner and more drinks.
And I’m getting the most random texts from my own guys, with things that basically never happen, but are happening now, just because I’m away, I swear.
I hope your Tuesday is fabulous.
Nothing is more humbling than an airport bathroom mirror.
Also, my two seat mates for the first flight are priests. I’m between them in all my red-headed, non-christian, tattooed glory, and I can’t help smiling because the universe has a great sense of humour this morning.














