the third day and one more to go...
and then i am free from the hotel-hospitality-toothbrush-toothpaste-hair comb-shaving cream-razor-pillows and blankets
world of fucking spoiled Americans.
until Monday, that is.
(and man...i wonder what the 5 year old me would say if we were face to face.
you know, the one who used to obsess over the blue Diana Ross & the Supremes record and dance and sing to her stuff animals-she didn't know that it was so typical to do back then-i wonder. i never thought about working at a hotel -well, i never thought about turning 25 either, i guess. i actually have never been able to see myself over the age of 27. )
i guess we will see.
love you, goodnight.