i'm not sure which is harder, maintaining quality friendships that don't quite fit, or taking trips requiring a ride to the airport.



or maybe obtaining air conditioning into the upstairs bedroom of your 1960's house in a texas-august.



le sigh...



despite the stressors of friends bailing for airport rides ((again)) and doggie-care for the duration of my trek to the mother-land, it is still haircut day. and hair cut day was definitely a success.



i need a new screening process for people i willingly spend time with on a near-daily basis.



but what are friendships beyond excessive reliability and a handful of one-liner inside jokes?



not that i'm one to talk. i like to blame it on past experiences, but i'm really just a shady person.

i will ignore your calls.

i won't return your text messages.



i will bail on your parties... even if they're at my house.

i will fuck your boyfriend.

i will steal your drugs.

let's not even talk about guitars.

i rarely grow sick of denton and never get homesick... until that plane ticket is in my hand... and i realize that my airport ride isn't going to show...

despite the strength of any friendships.

it all comes down to...

the airplane ride.



((i hate airplane rides))