May 14, 2011

diaries from a gate twelve, jfk.

i am gazing at manhattan out the big glass windows, too ghetto to be considered chic.
i can't for the life of me remember the architect of this airport, even though i was tested on exactly that not two weeks ago.
my zipper is down. what else is new. it has gotten to the point where i'm not even embarrassed anymore.
and something borrowed has become my jetsetting vice. i believe that emily giffin and i just became long time friends.

cheerio, chaps!
i'll be seeing you in londontown! :)

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