I hate flying!

The flight was horrible. I have decided that I hate to fly.

It started raining in New York and because of that we were delayed almost 3 hours. They could have told us that before we got on the plane. I don’t mind waiting in the airport but in a seat cramped with babies and fat people it was so not fun.
Sitting right next to me was a father who had probably a 1 year only on his lap and the seats next to him he had three more kids probably all a year older than each other. In the end I counted he had 8 kids.

So there were 8 kids 1-8 years olds. Horrible sitting in the middle of all that. They were all crying and whining. “Baba I have to go pee pee” I must of heard that 9,000 time. No joke. And the damn baba wouldn’t take anyone to the bathroom. I think two of the kids peed themselves.

So diagonal to me, was seated the fattest 17 year old boy you have ever seen. So fat that he was spilling over to the next seat. I felt bad for the woman sitting next to him good thing she was skinny. So this was probably my only form of entertainment because I got to see a day (on a plane) in the life of a really fat kid. So you know how plane food is absolutely disgusting. Well this kid would eat every single edible item on the tray given to him and even after that he would solicit his neighbors asking them if they were gonna finish their fruit or bread or their left over meals. Fat Fuck. He ate everything that was put in front of him. After I while I was tempted to take the baby sitting next to me and place it in front of him and see what would happen.

I finally get to Amman. Rupert, the picture editor of Skin (the female magazine), comes to pick me up. Nice british dude. We went back to bryan and his apt. Honestly I was expecting something beat of and old. Dimly lit, smelly and what not. It turned out to be pretty nice and cozy. For not I am staying in Bryans bed. He is in Beirut and couldn’t finalize my apt situation before he was sipped there. So till he gets back this is my home. I’m getting tired of temporary living spaces. I have been doing that for the past 4-5 years. I just want me own place. It doesn’t have to be incredible. Just something I can goto and call home. I don’t mind sharing the Apt with someone but I doubt I can find a roommate in a city where I hardly know anyone.





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its funny how this is what the Jordan Times said as i read the paper waiting for my flight to take off.


I guess i'm sending all my money to Vane then!
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