I fucking hate traveling

1.15am: Los Vegas: Perhaps I shouldn't look anymoe at the Chippendale billboards. I kept stairing and running into people. It's quite embaressing. It's one something am, yet I can't fall asleep. I've no clue where I am, only it's somewhere slightly hilly. I wish I was in bed alredy. I miss mere.

3.25pm: Phillidelphia: Well, I'm here, and have been here for a few hrs. I've been all over this bloody town, no sleep, and feel quite light headed, and still have to atend a gathering in my honor. *yawn*

I fucking hate traveling

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1.15am: Los Vegas: Perhaps I shouldn’t look anymoe at the Chippendale billboards. I kept stairing and running into people. It’s quite embaressing. It’s one something am, yet I can’t fall asleep. I’ve no clue where I am, only it’s somewhere slightly hilly. I wish I was in bed alredy. I miss mere.

3.25pm: Phillidelphia: Well, I’m here, and have been here for a few hrs. I’ve been all over this bloody town, no sleep, and feel quite light headed, and still have to atend a gathering in my honor. *yawn*