LIVID. Absolutely livid. We got through massive check in and TSA lines within less than an hour, had Lara bolt it to the gate to stop them from leaving us which she managed to do while we grabbed all of our shit from TSA only to realize that this girl left all of Lara’s things at TSA while we’re over here carrying each other’s things as well as hers. WHAT KIND OF TEAM EFFORT IS THAT?? We were at the gate, we were going to make it!! Which is when we realized that she left all of Lara’s things. I feel worse for Lara than anyone else because she’s always here to help us out and then this happens. DONE.
Coco and Isis trying corn dogs for the first time was the best thing ever. #belovedangels
I asked Lara if she thought anyone was gonna be on our flight and she doubted it… Ongina’s on our flight. I win.
Guys… we leave to Miami for the cruise tonight!! Omg, so excite!! Well excite and slightly pressed; I was really looking forward to next year’s cruise cuz we were supposed to go to Europe and we were already planning out things for it but they just sent us an email saying “JK, we’re going to the Mayan Ruins!”… Like, that’s cool and all cuz I really do wanna go to the Mayan Ruins but… EUROPE. They were supposed to take us to the Ruins last year but decided to be dicks and switch our itinerary so that “more people could get to experience it” and I was so upset over it cuz why the fuck would I wanna go to Puerto Rico rather than Chichen Itza? There was literally nothing for us to do in Puerto Rico other than go to goddam CVS and Starbucks. Anyways, I just don’t know how to feel about it. I received the email last night while having dinner with Blake one last time and I swear I thought my brain was going to explode. I was super happy and so angry at the same time, haha. Tbh, I think I’d rather go to Europe. I was let down enough last year that I’m kinda over it; now I just want to go across seas. Anyways, why am I worried about this right now? I’m leaving tonight and I haven’t even started packing!!
My cat ran out of food this morning but seeing as to how I go into work at 6 a.m. I wasn’t able to get her any more until now. She was crying and crying like she had been starving for days, ate two fucking kibbles, and then buried it under her favorite toy which is this little wingless chicken who no longer chirps since she sucked the soul out of it.
i just called evellyn but she had to hang up and call back later because she had to run after an ice cream truck. shes my favorite person. also what the hell kind of ice cream truck is still running at 8 pm in november……… oh, LA…
OMG, I forgot that this happened and that I never called her back, haha!! I’m not a very good friend you guys but I’ll keep you entertained.