tumble and dash
July 21, 2014 | 0 ♥ | I've had the same hair since 2004. essentially. but not anymore!!.
Getting 4 inches cut off my hair, and finally doing the ombre thing. All new Brittany!
July 18, 2014 | 3 ♥ | don't care!. so happy.
I’m HOME!!! I literally teared up when I saw the skyline flying in. How embarrassing is that?
July 18, 2014 | 890 ♥ |
July 18, 2014 | 0 ♥ | i probably wont pass. the two disgusting dudes need to yelled at and I'm in a yelling mood.
My flight is delayed. This is the third time I’ve flown delta and the second time my flight has been late. Not killing it, delta. Not killing it.
I am at that peculiar stage of travel when the excitement for my trip is warring fiercely with my general disgust with people in large groups and I’m forced to take deep breaths and close my eyes to keep from yelling at morons who have apparently never learned how to behave in public. (By me right now: Two bros screaming about how “much fuckin pussy they got in the big apple DUDE! SLUTS!”. A lady eating crackers by licking them then smacking her lips around them until they fall apart. About 50 people anxiously and aggressively crowding around the gate to board to plane as if we didn’t already have assigned seats and a predetermined boarding order. I’m worried about my blood pressure, to be honest). I don’t know why I’m so bothered my people around me so easily, but I’m really trying to do better at ignoring behavior that’s around but not reeeeaally affecting me. This is like the ultimate test.
July 18, 2014 | 4 ♥ |
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July 18, 2014 | 462 ♥ | this was such a strange movie. perfume the story of a murderer.
"For the first time in his life, Grenouille realized that he had no smell of his own. He realized that all his life he had been a nobody to everyone. What he now felt was the fear of his own oblivion. It was a though he did not exist."
(requested by shallicomparetheetolagrenouille)
I just finished packing for my trip tomorrow (!!! West coast best coast!) and I’m feeling compelled to contact the manufacturer of my carry-on to let them know I’ve stretched the capacity of their bag in what HAS to be a record breaking fashion.
I’m serious. In the history of travel, no one has fit more into a carry-on than I have today. This bag has the density of a dying star. My roommate came home right at the beginning of my process, when I had the pile of cloths and shoes and books next to my little bag and just started laughing. “Brittany unless you’re secretly Mary Poppins there’s no way” were his exact words. “Watch and learn, rookie” were mine.
I rolled and tucked and tightened straps and- after some inventive cursing and a very strained zipper- had completed the impossible.
Until I can get my hands on an undectable extension charm (HP kids. Always.) I will continue to defy spacial logic with every trip. I’d rather spend 2 hours wedging a flat into a small zipper front pouch than pay to check a bag.
July 17, 2014 | 109 ♥ |
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