seventeen // three six five
11 10 2008
my connecting flight is delayed by 3 hrs. my only lifeline to the outside world is telling me it only has "20%" to live. so now I'm sitting on the floor at Dallas airport sucking the lifeblood from the wall. while my lifeline refuels, this has been my view for the past hour. neither glamorous or exciting, just a sore derriere from being camped on the floor. if only i had a top hat with me, i could collect some change while juicing up the phone too.
*hats off to the airport janitors for shining the floors so well and letting me get some cool reflected colors.
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