i walked in the first day to hear frank sinatra singing "come fly with me" followed by a semi-reggae arrangement of "leaving on a jet plane." i thought of andicat and cried and was totally caught by a woman named faye...
i eat airplane food twice a day. my coffee intake has increased by 10 extra cups a day. i wake up at 5:30am. i listen to morning radio.
it's like a cross between the apprentice and survivor. two have already left. we're in the middle of grody outskirts houston.
my roomate is a 22 year old stacy love from new jersey. there are two women here that could be doppelgangers of natalie and stacy of kickball/sidebar...both in appearance and personality.
it's also kind of like friends. a group of people. that are unemployed for all intensive purposes. that live in nice hotel rooms and all hang out at the hotel bar called "kicks."
i wish y'all would come and visit. it's surreal. i wear high heels every day.
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I cannot believe this is your life either. I admire you, ms b. you always could wear heels.
it simultaneously chokes and cracks me up that a reggae version of "leavin on a jet plane" made you think of me and cry.
jeeeez. what a fucking week.
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