& because Tampa International has free wireless,
hello. yesterday was quite the something. man jon fritz has grown. i'm not going to UT. i can nearly certainly tell you that, & it'll be pretty much official when i don't send them a deposit by feb20 i can be a pretty big jerk. did socal do this to me? is this just what being me means? someone who looks a lot like rosie is walking past the bathrooms, toward me. the man behind & to the left of me is wearing a scent i absolutely can't stand.
i also can't type with my sleeve over my face, so my hood is up & pulled as forward as possible,
but some of it is still hitting my olfactory.
& i really don't want my jacket to end up smelling like him, dammit. speaking of, my dippin' dots dress smells like rahil, who drove me home last night. i'm not sure i deserve the people who love me.
actually yeah, i probably don't, and it might be better if i expunged my self from them. ew his cologne. ew ew ew ew ew ewww. NO MOM YOU CAN'T READ THIS STOP LEANING OVER hah. mom. "volverte a ver" is playing o'er the airportcom. oh, irony irony tragedy.
i can't cry. not here, not now. [so, when&where?]
not in front of my mother, who will just tell me that such is life,
& i got to see them,
& i'll see them again another day. i moved. i'm on the floor, backed up to a makeshift corner where the outside wall bulges,
because walls & floors & corners comfort me, somehow
like a little kid in her emocorner. also, i am away thank goodness from that smell. first class is preboarding. ... the wireless is strong enough to extend out to the plane,
but it's probably time soon to call my hannah, to say adiosyteamo. i don't know what i'm going to do inflight.
copying bionotes may be odd next to this mujer mayor, given the unit we're in.
if nobody fills 18F to my right, i will. | 
