I may not be honest, at least I admit that I lie

First off I had the shittiest two weeks back home - prison would have been better

I woke up an hour before my flight and it was interesting how fast I got ready and hustled to the airport

On my flight there were two Armenian married couples sitting in from of me going to Vegas (I, too was going to Vegas and I had my connecting flight to SF from there) So they are talking and apparently they saw me walking to my seat and the wives have the nerve to say that I’m going to Vegas because I am a stripper there because with breasts like mine what other profession could I possibly have?

Naturally, right when we landed I called my mom and intentionally spoke Armenian REALLY LOUD…I wish I was in front of them so I could turn around and see their faces…how dare you insult me in my own language and call me a stripper?!?!?!

My flight attendant acted like he was some Julliard graduate and the guy I sat next to looked like he auditioned for the Draco Malfoy role, did not get a call back, and was still upset about it.

I puked

and I lost the $60 my mom gave me for food playing the Wheel of Fortune slot machines at the Vegas airport

THEN I come home only to be all alone and find out that my lab partner cares more about borrowing my Season 2 Dexter DVD then studying for our Physics test which is essential for our degrees

I have 5 pounds of sugar cookie dough next to me

Don’t bother me, my seasons 1&2 of Californication DVDs came in and I need to drown in my sorrows