Saturday, November 19, 2016

Current airport status: angrily eating my emotions as I listen to the lady next to me talk about how people protesting Trump need to just "suck it up, get jobs, and stop doing things that disgust the lord". I might choke on this quesadilla. I may die here today. Get me out of Vegas. Get me more sour cream. Another drink. Force-feeding myself edibles out of my purse. *smashes wine glass and runs away shrieking, dragging luggage full of un-worn high heels*

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