"I'm back like I forgot something."

Todays sucks. I went to bed so late and then woke up at 7 to catch my flight back home. A very energetic TSA complimented me on my new perfume. Thanks lady TSA. Anyway, I had a great trip even though it was short. Joel and I repped our hood in Winter Park. We saw Bentleys, Ferraris and Phantoms, you know...shit you DON'T see in NH.  My favorite car was definitely the Escalade Limo full of ghetto girls dressed up like Christina Agularia on the front of her "Dirrty" CD, taking pictures to post on facebook/myspace(tag me guuuurl, iight?!). I boarded my flight looking like a hermit. My hair was crazy, I didnt even brush it. I didn't put on makeup or do anything to help me look atleast 1% awake. I walked through the metal detector and it went off, I had to walk through it about 4 times, holding people up. I sat at the terminal waiting for my flight. I didn't see Tom Hanks. It was very uneventful. I picked my seat and waited for the random person I was about to sit next to. This guy sat next to me, he was very nice. He was tall, skinny, tan, dark hair. I had noticed him before when I was sitting waiting to board. The thing that caught my eye was his lime green cell phone that a textaholic would have. He was probably in his early 40's, so naturally I thought it was weird that he was texting up a storm. I fell asleep, listening to "Untouched" by The Veronicas. I woke up when they were passing out drinks. Right as I opened my eyes, Mr. Texty Pants instantly says, "I DIDNT KNOW IF YOU WANTED A DRINK, I GOT YOU THESE CHEESE NIPS THOUGH."  I was confused, I just woke up from my uncomfortable nap. My head was in a position that looked as if I had just been through an exorcism and one of my sandals had fallen off. That was nice of him though, word to you homes. I just realized how many shoutouts I give during my blogging.

FYI I always seem to encounter cat parties. On Josiah Bartlett, theres always a group of kitties just chillin, crossin the road, being hoodrats. It concerns me since I am not a cat fan. At the hotel Joel and I were there was also another group of cats just living it up in the parking lot. Who lets their cats roam around downtown Orlando? Why do I always end up spectating these random house cat's roaming sessions? I bet there's cat gangs. Like the CripCats & the Bloodkatz. Tomorrow's back to reality, slaaaaaaaap.