Why is it that even on the calmest airplane ride, as soon as you lock yourself in one of those port-a-potty size toilets you inevitably hit turbulence?
Monday, February 14, 2005
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"I rent a room and fill the spaces with Wood in places to make it feel like home But all i feel is alone It might be a quarter life crisis Or just the stiring of my soul" ~ john mayer
Why is it that even on the calmest airplane ride, as soon as you lock yourself in one of those port-a-potty size toilets you inevitably hit turbulence?
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