Hangry.

AT: haha funnay
J : I'm hungry. No. I'm hangry.
J: Fark
J: I would love for food to fall out of walls
J: That would be my dream come true.
J: When I was a kid, I used to talk to my microwave. Whisper to it gently.
AT: ... why?
J: Whispered and wished for food that was in my mind... would be there when I opened the door... when I was hungry.
AT: aww cute
J: Then I would open the door and see if it would magically appear, every time. Every single time.
J: But shit got real everytime and there was nothing and I'd still be hungry.
AT: You should blog that. That's bloggable.

True story.

On a side note, this is DC, the senior manager who eats baby corn like a boss.

Thanks for recording the shock on my face when I saw the small plane to mudgee. Thanks for also deleting the recording before I c'mattered you like a G.
Thanks for laughing at me when I felt all claustro on the small plane.
Thanks for laughing at me even more when the claustro became a trillion times worse when relatively large lady sat next to me. Sat on the left side of my body even.
Thanks for offering to sit next to me when the lady asked if they wanted to swap seats.
Thanks for laying no judgement when relatively large lady asked for a seatbelt extender.
Thanks for keeping my mind off the crazy flight.
Thanks for being a hero!

Ok. out.