My friend and I used to go to the airport on Friday nights and sit at gates where planes were arriving and pretend to greet random strangers, very effusively, when they deplaned.

We had no life.

My point was about waiting for arrivals at the gate. I really miss that. Arrivals arriving for me, I mean. I’m over the scaring the crap out of strangers thing.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.