Just seven more weeks.
Seven short weeks from today I will wake up at 5 a.m. to get on a plane and leave this tiny ass town.
Forty-nine days.
That is all that separates me from drunkenness with a fabulous friend in a different state.
Getting a little scared to fly.
8 comments:
i don't like flying
Taka a xanax...it'll be okay. :0)
Hey lil' sis, where are you going??? Are you going to Maine to visit that one friend of yours? Don't be scared to fly, why are you scared anyway you have flowen a lot of times??? XOXO, big sis
Don't worry about the flying. We expect you to post some great drunken pics of you doing stupid things.
You'll be fine. Drink wine or something...
Where ya heading to?
I love flying. I don't get to do it that often so I act like a little kid when it happens.
I love to fly. If I could fly everywhere, even to get home for the holidays....although...it's a 3 hour tour...a 3 hour tour. And we all know how THAT turned out. *planes, boats...its all relative*
Yaay flying...especially those 8-hour flights to London that you can sleep through.
-N
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