[I kind of wish I had the option on this app to put stuff under a cut, but I don’t because the Tumblr BlackBerry app has virtually remained unchanged since I first installed it ages ago. /o\]
Boarded for Orlando. In first class. AGAIN. In the very first row this time! Because United is fucking awesome. And the first class seats are actually really comfortable. Bravo, United. Bravo.
They’ve even got Univision on the in-flight TV! Naturally.
Boiled eggs? I love boiled eggs but there are certain foods that don’t belong on a flight.
Girl in a Nyan Cat shirt! The Internet tubes must be leaking again…
Huuuungryyyyy. X______X Soon as we’re airborne I’m so eating the fuck out of this sandwich from Starbucks. It’s worth every damn penny that Adrian likes to claim I’m spending on a terrible addiction. Plus, it’s better than airline food. At least I know what’s actually in it!
Well, takeoff when decently. I think it helps I had Mom’s hand to hold. There’s some light cloud cover currently and a little bit of shaking, but hopefully it won’t get to a level worth panicking over. >.> In the meantime, SANDWICH.
I can’t find the headphone jack to plug my earphones into so I can watch ‘Supernatural’ on the in-flight TV. I’m taking this to be a sign that I should get some writing done while I eat instead.
It feels wrong that the motto for the Cooking Channel is “Stay Hungry.” So very, very wrong. Especially when I’ve downed half a substantially thick (and predicatbly delicious) Starbucks sub and I’m still feeling like my stomach is empty.
Free cinnamon rolls? Warm and delicious? More likely than you think.
That Lays commercial is complete bullshit. I assure you no one in the history of Lays potato chips has ever smiled and taken a deep whiff of the “freshly open bag” smell. Unless they like the smell of stale, sweaty crotch. And some people do, I guess, but for the most part…
Headphone jack found! Totally gonna spend the second hour of this flight watching ‘Supernatural.’ Thankfully it’s not “The Phantom Traveler.”
I get a feeling this episode could get me drunk on the number of times people say “douchebag” in this episode.
So far this episode is decidedly creepy, which I did not expect from Barry Bostwick.
‘The Mentalist’ looks like ‘Lie to Me’ meets ‘Sherlock.’
The Chief! Oh my God. And he believes in safewords!
Death jokes! And mentions of Bobby! But no Bobby in this episode.
“It ends bloody or sad.” = The series summed up in a nutshell, I guess.
“He slipped me.” “He’s a sixty-year-old!” “He’s a magician.”
We’re officially a hundred miles away from Orlando! Wonder if I’ll finish this episode before we get there…
Maybe not. We’ve just started our descent.
Orlando, I am in you! And SAM! Saaaaam! What the fuck, Sam?! What the—you just ran off with Ruby?! The fuck! (I got to finish off the episode, in case you’re wondering.) Now to pull up to the gate and then off to the hotel! Wheeee!