—MY EYES ABOVE, WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE.
…Did you wonder if I’d ever come back? I sometimes do.
…Does absence make the heart grow fonder? I don’t know. It can already be 100% fond, unable to get anymore fond of someone. But distance can certainly create a burning yearning. That’s why when—like last week for me—it is truly a gift if you are able to spend extended time with the ones you love, but haven’t seen for so long.
..."So long." Two words I never want to hear.
…Some people absolutely hate the word giddy. Who knew?
…This is going to take some time getting used to. Give me a couple of weeks.
…Ppl can be me mean to me, it’s okay. It happens to everyone, but when a female is mean to me, all I see in my head are these pictures of my mother, and it feels really scary.
…I hate when I can’t explain something the way I’m thinking it in my head, then when my words are out I’ve just botched things further and the person listening looks at me like I’m a traitor, or insane.
…I spent some hours in a coffee shop last week and saw four different people writing in their journals and I thought: thank God for that.
…108 degrees in Phoenix today. Try explaining that.
…I’m telling you, you gotta be careful. They're crooks lurking everywhere.
…I hope the person (?) who stole my backpack is a reader and can decipher really hideous handwriting. I hope he/she (?) is reading this right now and feeling shitty. Does hoping that make me a shitty person, too?
…At the airport, I helped a woman carry her heavy bags down some wicked steps and her daughter, about five or so, said, “What a gentleman!” I’m not really, but it was cute. Even a five year old can make me smile. Especially a five year old.
…At the airport, I saw a toddler wearing a Captain America costume. He wore an eye mask with a capital A in the center of his brows. Not much later, I saw a toddler girl with a pink cowboy hat and outfit. God, I love kids.
…I hope I don’t look as agitated as most people at airports look.
…It’s only at airport bars where they ask, “Six or nine ounces?” That could be a metaphor for things, if you think about it in the right or wrong way.
…I drink too much. I could blame it on ppl, past or present, or circumstances, but the fact is I’m the culprit. I’m the tragic figure in this play.
…“I’ll have another, please.”
…What if my good friend Cabernet is really just out to get me?
…Someone explained to me that being a member of the Mile High Club can just be something that happens under a blanket. That made me relieved. The thought of a couple doing it in the airplane lavatory is disturbing to me, and not sexy or exciting at all.
…Lavatory or restroom? Bathroom or powder room? John, or Jack Kennedy?
…How do planes fly? I mean, really, how? 200 people on board with all that baggage...
…People sure like to sleep on planes, and when they do, they never show their good sides.
…There's nothing worse than having to pee very badly while 200 people in front of you deplane in slow-motion.
…There’s a lot that does and doesn't happen on a plane. Someone could write a really interesting book about that.
…Be careful, the contents may have shifted. Yep.