so because im "an artist" and have "other things on my mind," i forgot my bag while i was going through security in the US and all the security people got paranoid and thought i left it on purpose to bomb them or something. it was pretty funny but time consuming so i was like, "tea, you MUST remember your carry-on. there's important stuff (shoes) in there!" so i wrote myself a reminder, on my hand, that read:
"remember. carry-on."
anyway on my way to nyc i was sitting next to this old indian(?) man who kept looking @ my hand and eventually was like, "how old are you, miss?" and i was like, "oh great he's trying to hit on me" (bc EVERYONE hits on me, duh), but i told him and he was like, "you know, i just wanted to tell you how profound your message is...did you just break up with someone or something?" and i was like, "what the HELL are you talking about?" and he pointed to my hand and said "remember. carry-on." LOL.
anyway.
then while @ the airport in nyc, i went to a bar and this nice old french man bought me 2 bloody mary's in exchange for conversation; (apparently his "favorite daughter" is "marrying a loser." *YAWN*). he told me his name is "andre" and i told him that i drink "andre" quite often in "america" and that its really "cheap" and "chic" and he said, "well, im not cheap" and i said, "yes, i can see that; you're paying for my drinks" and then i had to go.


the way i read this blog is i ctrl+f for "zachary smith". "what we talk about when we talk about reading ur blog".
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