I’m here alone (unfortunately). I miss my boyfriend (terribly). The skies are clear (finally). It’s cold (moderately). The food is expensive and bland (typically). H&M is cheap and stylin’ (thankfully). There’s a dearth of public restrooms (sadly). The next several days are going to be busy (insanely). I get to see some of you tomorrow (luckily). I’ll be home soon.
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P.S. So, on the way here yesterday, I’m travelling with my friend, Aaron, right? He’s a nice Polish boy, fairly goyische-looking.
Aaron gets stopped and searched not once, not twice, but three times–at check in, at the entrance to the concourse, and at the gate.
I’m the one who always causes a sensation when passing through the metal detector. I’m the one with the Lebanese father. I’m the one with a name strikingly similar to that guy with the plastique in his Keds. So, yo, what gives?
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