Jessica thought the perfect way to end her trip was by having us stay up in the cities (Minneapolis and St. Paul) for the weekend. Sunday I dropped her off at the airport, very sad because I won’t see her again until Thanksgiving. These were the thoughts that occurred to me over that time (we went to a drag show, which is the reason I had so many thoughts about drag queens…that and I’m just fascinated by them)…
When did I become so old that 22 seems like a BABY?
The mystery is FINALLY solved…the ones that buy and wear thigh high hooker boots are drag queens.
I find being a woman is exhausting and uncomfortable (make-up, clothes, shoes) and yet drag queens do this VOLUNTARILY.
After a trip to REI, I refuse to buy anything that has less than 6 uses.
You can buy a hydration backpack…but even better…think of all the drinks you could put in there…soda, beer, TEQUILA…no one would know…hiking could be way more fun.
Should I be worried about my feminism when a drag queen looks better in a dress and heels than me…AND can do the splits?
I think care taking and knowing what’s best comes when you become a mother…even though no one thinks I know what I’m talking about…
I think Neosporin can heal anything from a blister to a gun shot wound (just dab a little on, it’ll heal it right up and it offers pain relief)…I should buy some stock in the company…I think it’s going to be the #1 thing used in ER’s pretty soon.
You can make a lot of money by owning parking spaces in a big city and charging people to park there.
Water ($4 for a bottle), internet ($11 for 24 hours), and parking ($27 for 24 hours) is how they getcha at the hotel after you think you got a really good internet deal.
Is it better to see Jessica more and miss her more or see her less and miss her less? I feel that I can breathe better when she’s around, I just know everything will be ok.