SLC International

So, here I am at the airport. And I have to say... DUDE. I'M CRANKY. Maybe that's because my cat decided to sleep on my head, or maybe because I had to get up at five. Or maybe because it's been stressful getting here, which it usually never is.

But, GOSH, is this internet slow! Gez louise, SLC Int Airport, you think you'd maybe you'd be nice to your passengers, but NO, it takes twenty minutes to hook up to wifi...

I TOLD you I'm cranky. JKCJKEJIAJKNCE.

Anyways.

So, last time I was here (eleven weeks ago, I counted. It was last time I went to San Diego for Botox. Which I'm doing again today), I saw this kid-- he was like, seventeen, but I call everyone kids-- who was wearing neon green socks with his sandals. Okay, I thought, there is ONE PERSON who can pull off socks with sandals, just because it was so way ridiculous, it was like he was making fun of himself. It was fantastic, and I was proud.

As in airport usual tradition, Mom and I got starbucks-- Tall Double Chocolately Chip Cream Frapachino and a hot chocolate, because it's just delicious-- and Mom's reading her trashy celebrity watch magazine. Yeah, we're weird. But if you have to be here as much as I have to be here, you might as well make some traditions to make it bearable.

Well aren't I just a ball full of sunshine today. Pesimism at it's best. I just need a good nap.

Here's to looking happier in California....