don't mind me, I'm just sulking my sorrows away

[tea_and_ink]

So, just got home from this really horrible flight wherein, among other things, I wasn't allowed to sleep and then got groped by an anti-drugs guard in a completely unnecessary stop, to find the roommate still here and so not getting ready to leave, which she should have done last week according to plans, it's okay though, I understand why she's still there, but I am pissed by her "teehee, we too got screwed up in the deal here so be sympathetic, meanwhile I'll relax and kick  some more of your stuff around whilst completely ignoring the part where I apologize to you for not letting you know I wasn't gone yet" attitude, but you know, I can put that behind. Can you tell I'm pissed? maybe I didn't lay it thick enough?

But, that is not why I'm here, even though it really, really is. I was all gloomy and pissy and belligerent, but then new pics of Jen popped up in my flist and  voila! I am no longer a snappy five-year-old, although I still have the very pressing urge to stomp my foot, but I'm not gonna because I'm all about maturity right now ::nods::

Anyway, just came by to vent a little, ogle Jen and let you know that I'm back in black. How've y'all been doing?

Stories about my brother in an airplane, certain colombian inappropriate officer and the vent to mother all vents will be forthcoming as soon as I can make myself talk about it without breaking into tears (remember the maturity part?), oh yeah, and after I've showered and slept it off.

C'mon flist, make it better. Pretty please?