"I'm irrepressible, unforgivable, unstoppable, shameless, thoughtless, hopeless heartless, running rampant,

the wild child, undaunted, unrepentant, unsaved.

And baby, there is a story to tell.

I hear Hell's Bells calling me. It's time to boogie!"

SLAM CUT TO:

Fucking turbulence, calm down people were not going to die, and if so, rest assure that at least your pathetic

little life/death will make the news.

As much as I love Lestat, I am in a desperate need for some new books. What is this the second or third time I

am reading of my favorite vampire trio in the search for Mona's child? I have a serious fictional crush to Quinn

Blackwood.

Gosh! I am such a dork.

Do they clone these flight attendants or something? Its freaking Sky High Stepford Wives around here. Same

boring blonde hair, blue suits (aren't they professionals? Should the skirst be that short?), fake smiles, and

chipper voices. Accept for the one passing out the coke, she knows how it is. I'll call here Vikki. Dull monotone

voice, hands you your shit and gets on with her business. This is probably her seventh flight today. Ears deaf,

eyes puffy, if I was here I would be 2 seconds away from one heck of a nose bleed. May I ask where the

peanuts have gone? Anyone? Fuck if I know. Fuck if Vikki knows. And what do they have now pretzels,

PRETZELS. When you think of the lovely airplane snack, the comforting treat that has been passed amongst the

sky since you were a youngster, tell me do you think of pretzels. No ma'am I don't. Maybe if it's a nice soft

warm pretzel that you can get at the fair with a side of cheese. If you give me that maybe just maybe I could

let this change fly. But no this is like walking into Wendy's and them telling you they do not have frosty's

anymore. They have pretzels. No I do not want your tiny ass brown package of window shaped pretzels Vikki.

Thank you very much, and have a nice day.

This is not the experience I had envisioned. But I should not set my self up for such disappointment. At least

Daryk dropkicked enough sense into me to go for first class. God I could have just flown in my own nice in cozy,

not stepford wives, window pretzels, or chubby business men that stairat my ass every time I go to take a piss.

I fucking need Detrol LA. And this Blonde prick behind me has been blaring his fucking ipod the whole way form

New York. Seriously I love the Deftones to, but if I wanted to listen, I would grab Buddy and turn him on. Buddy

is my ipod, not to be confused with me calling Blondie Buddy, I mean he is fortunate looking and all but I don't

feel the urge to turn him on.

"Shit/Fuck" Opps that was out loud.

What do you expect? You'd resort to unflattering words to if you were awakened by a landing plan, as if you

were a bungee jumber in a car seat. I guess that is how I would describe it, or just how it is, a fucking turbo jet

landing into concrete.

Yeah Bosten Mass.! Home of Red socks, Augustana, and umm crabcakes? And I can finally call Deryk.

Seriously that boy worries more then his mother.

"Cum girl, I'm tryna get your pussy wet Work that, lemme see you drip sweat
Cum girl, I'm tryna get your pussy wet,Work that, lemme see you drip sweat Gon play with it Gon play with itGon play wi…" " K are you alright, did you just land, did you get car yet…".

" Oh better be changing that" I didn't know those were the real words. Eww!

" What… Oh you mean my ring back. Haa… well you see… ahh…"

"Fuck" is the plane falling apart on my head, nope its blondie's carry on.

"ow" Whats the boy got in there bricks.

" Nice language" the fucker speaks.

"Nice language, you almost decapitate me with your tote and all you do is comment on my nice language." He is smirking at me. Cocky bitch.

"Well is your head alright?" he is not giving me the up and down. Yes he is checking me out. And not for my general well being.

" Fine." Oh god my phone is screaming.

" Krysta, Shit are you alright, where are you, do you need help, fuck." I think Deryk is about to have a stroke.

" Deryk, Calm down I'm fine."

" Shit K give me a heart attack why don't you, I thought you were dieing or something, god."

Poor kid he worries for my safety more than I do.

"Are you laughing at me" oh he is getting mad.

"Nope not at all" whops I couldn't even say that with a straight face.

"Do not laugh at me just because I worry about your well being, you could have been stabbed for all I know. Why the hell did you not fly private."

"Calm down its just cute when you worry, so I have to laugh, anyways I was not stabbed just got hit over the head with some luggage."

"How the fuck did luggage hit your head" now he's laughing. Ass.

"Gravity is out to get me, I donno this punk kid's bag decided to make its home upon my head." Oh I don't think Blondie likes being called punk kid. serves him right, who wears fingerless gloves nowadays. Now Daryk is in full out laughing hysterics.

" Dar I was just calling to tell you I landed safe, so now I am off to get my luggage and car, ill be there in a couple hours." Shit which bag is my TOMTOM in?

" Front zipper of your green bag" I swear this boy can read my mind.

"Thanks, alright see you soon" which way to the luggage pick up, right, oh yeah moving walks.

" Alright, drive safe"

"Sure thing snookums".

And end call. Insert phone in back pocket, and glide on moving walk. WEE! The simple pleasures in life. " Please watch your step the moving walk is nearing its end" I heard the guy voice the first time thank you very much.