Flight Attendant's and XYZ's

Today! I feel "butt exhausted." Let's see:

First! I went to the National Aquarium. For $25 I got to look at fish and stuff. Was it worth it? Well, there was this one fish that looked like it had Down Syndrome, so it was pretty funkin' (I tried to spell fuckin', but it came out as "funkin'"--bam! Dictionary-worthy word!) cool. I also saw a sawfish (bam! alliteration, baby!). By the way, did saws come first or the fish? After all that jazz, I went to the gift shop and bought myself a $4 shark tooth necklace, and now I feel pretty funkin' invincible.There was a ton of other funkin' amazing things, but I think you should spend that $25 and make your way over there. I think proceeds go towards saving the dolphins or something anyways. Good cause, right?

Next! I went dress shopping with my sister. She has homecoming coming up. That little girl is growing up. I tried on dresses too, so it was like some weird "blast from the past" moment. I felt a bit nostalgic until I saw the price tag on those polyester dresses.

Tonight! I was managing my blogs today for "fun," and I found this draft from August 2,2009. It brought back funny memories.

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I was sitting on the plane today, and I couldn't help but observe the passengers as my means of free entertainment. The American man in front of my sister kept on putting down his chair until the back of the seat was touching my sister's knees. I would have told my sister to kick the back of his chair, but I saw that he had a tattoo on his elbow and that was the end of that. There on my left -- was an old Asian man who kept on asking the flight attendants for alcohol. He was alone, and throughout the 14hour flight, he consumed several cans of beer and several cups of wine. While intoxicated, he was oddly quiet and kept to himself. However, he had the strange habit of throwing pieces of paper all over the aisle. I felt bad for the flight attendant who had to bend down in her pencil skirt and pick up the random trash he left on the aisle each time she passed. Perhaps it was a ploy to get her to bend down, but I think...[end draft]

There's certain sayings that drives me crazy. Like "XYZ." I always forget what it means, but everyone else around me remembers. So "XYZ" only draws uncalled for attention to certain areas and while everyone else laughs until I finally remember that it means "Examine Your Zipper."

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P.S. By the way, I figured out how to add pictures all thanks to the superpowers emanating off from my $4 shark tooth necklace. Without this newfound "visual excitement," I know that anyone else who happens across this blog will be bored stiffer than a cadaver. I'll try to throw in pictures of some hot girls every once in a while if you stick around.

P.P.S.(?) A snarky friend commented that the picture failed to show cleavage. Upset?