Monday, February 2, 2009



meghanasha:

My big accomplishment for the day: sleeping eight hours on the plane ride back, after being sleep deprived for 36 straight hours.

I’m recreating a new definition of the external fetal position.

One word: SQUASHED!

US:

Sitting in the middle of a three seat row with an obese smelly guy on one side and a new mother with a screaming newborn baby on the other is squashed. Not two leather seats to yourself on a private plane.

FAIL

It’s not about what you have it’s about your perspective of what you have. You usually carry yourself with respect so I stay away from throwing snark your way, so don’t take this as snark. Take this as something to think about.

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