Sitting in the Terminal 1 Lufthansa check in desk, waiting for it to OPEN. apparently niche airline desks are not open all the time like American ones are. I say that as if Lufthansa isn't one of the most major airlines in Europe... SOO fucked up if you ask me. My ass got here 4 hours before my flight because I have to check a bag that I haven't planned or paid to check. I neeeeeed this bag on the flight. If has the things I love most in the world. My sneakers, belts, sharp tools, and glycolic acid.
Got my belly pierced, feeling infected already.
Thinking about how slayed architecture in airports is. so brutal so bright so drain. Fuck this post 9/11 world I want to be able to hang out in airports. Oh my god or smoke on the plane. If I could smoke cigarettes through the 9 hour flight, It would go way faster. At least Im seated in the Emergency Exit. Except with my sickly ass appearance they tend to profile me and move my seat before I can even get on the plane. How they manage to test my strength with their eyes is beyond me, Isn't the whole point of being a flight attendant to be like skinny and cute. Like cmon y'all. I look just like that.
I was drinking bourbon and waltzing last night, now im sitting in an uncomfortable chair singing Bon Iver in my head too tweaked and lazy to get out my headphones and listen to the real thing. But I think I should listen to the new bladee song so im gonna stop writing for a moment and listen to bladee.
Catch yall in a few.
update I never came back to this post. its been 12 days. That's okay im here now.
dressing myself has been an absolute shit show recent. I like having all my things out and in front of me. Object permanence is what inspires me to be as fitted as I am. There is no room in this apartment to have all buy shit out and about. the little amount of shit that I even have with me too. It so sad. All of my fits look like my chicago depression fits. hoping the warm weather allows me to develop new fashion brain. god.
Living such a cold and simple life. Really is kind of wonderful though
The clothes here are sooo scary. Like y'all realllllly love wearing trench coats huh? sad for y'all.
Simply never been a trench kind of girl. Unless its cool as fuck but even then it can't be worn with a sweatshirt and trousers. like that is so fucking boring and scary. Im sorry to anyone who loves trenthcoats with loungewear but no im not like shut up your not French. Even if you are French... Shut the fuck up. It ugly.
Okay I think this post is too scattered to say anymore. I will save my mean and angry opinions for another post where I can sound a little more organized. Or at least attempt.
with LOVE
shake ASS
FAME x0x0
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