the flight home has further made me doubt the decency of humanity. on my flight to boston the first time, i sat next to a 31 year old guy from germany. he was nice enough at first. but then he started asking me all these questions about sex and putting his hand on my leg and inviting me to join the mile high club with him. i crossed my legs and hugged the window and put my head phones on and used hand sanitizer when we landed. i even told him i had a boyfriend, which did nothing to dissuade him. yeah so then on my flight from boston to the layover in vegas i sat next to this guy who was somewhere in his 30's. and halfway through the in-flight movie he leans over and says "hey since you're a nanny..and you're going to portland and i'm going to vegas (like this had any relavance whatsoever), can i put my head in your lap?" what the fuck?! do i like have easy slut written all over me? i was wearing boy's shorts and a t shirt and a sweatshirt even... i probably looked like a fucking dyke. i hate airplanes.

i'm flying back home sunday morning... i dont really want to go back to boston now. as much as i like it, life is just so redundant. the same thing day in and day out, and i used to think i liked consistency. i just sorta wish that i didn't work where i lived, ya know?

love

christy